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13 Things Your Mail Carrier Won’t Tell You
http://shine.yahoo.com/channel/life/...l-you-2445111/
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This is true. The post office is one of the (if not the only) government agencies that is 100% self-sufficient. They do not get tax dollars or money from the government. Whenever postage goes up, it's typically because the cost of technology used, gas, cost of benefits, or wages have gone up. Anyway, I just thought I would share this. I know my dad has told me several of these, but I didn't know if everyone was aware. |
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02-04-2011, 01:31 PM | #196 |
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02-04-2011, 01:34 PM | #197 |
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02-04-2011, 01:35 PM | #198 |
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But then, so is IT. ****ing morons. My brother runs an IT department (for a very good company with some very high level contracts) and thinks that his employees are, without question, some of the dumbest ****ers he's ever been around. And seriously, what do most IT guys do? Nothing for the most part other than pass the buck. |
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02-04-2011, 01:36 PM | #200 |
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Depends on what that office jockey does. You think a mail carrier would think his job is harder than, say, a roofer or a concrete finisher?
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02-04-2011, 01:38 PM | #201 |
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probably not. roofing is one tough a** job. it's all relative.
i think carrying mail would be much more physically difficult than my job, but i think my job is probably much more mentally difficult than carrying mail. |
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02-04-2011, 01:38 PM | #202 |
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I don't know about that. Piano player in a whorehouse sounds like a shit job to me.
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02-04-2011, 01:39 PM | #203 |
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02-04-2011, 01:40 PM | #204 |
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02-04-2011, 01:42 PM | #205 |
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http://www.thebuk.com/Post_Office.html
Excerpt from Post Office It began as a mistake. It was Christmas season and I learned from the drunk up on the hill, who did the trick every Christmas, that they would hire damned near anybody, and so I went and the next thing I knew I had this leather sack on my back and was hiking around at my leisure. What a job, I thought. Soft! They only gave you a block or two and if you managed to finish, the regula carrier would give you another block to carry, or maybe you'd go back in and the soup would give you another, but you just took your time and shoved those Xmas cards in the slots. I think it was my second day as a Christmas temp that this big woman came out and walked around with me as I delivered letters. What I mean by big was that her a** was big and her t*** were big and that she was big in all the right places. She seemed a bit crazy, but I kept looking at her body and I didn't care. She talked and talked and talked. Then it came out. Her husband was an officer on an island far away and she got lonely, you know, and lived in this little house in back all by herself. "What little house?" I asked. She wrote the address on a piece of paper. "I'm lonely too," I said, "I'll come by and we'll talk tonight." I was shacked but the shackjob was gone half the time, off somewhere and I was lonely alright. I was lonely for that big a** standing beside me. "All right," she said, "see you tonight." SHe was a good one all right, she was a good lay but like all lays after the third or fourth night I began to lose interest and didn't go back. But I couldn't help thinking, god, all these mailmen is drop in their letters and get laid. This is the job for me, oh yes yes yes. So I took the exam, passed it, took the physical, passed it, and there I was—a substitute mail carrier. It began easy. I was sent to West Avon Station and it was just like Christmas except I didn't get laid. Every day I expected to get laid but I didn't. But the soup was easy and I strolled around doing a block here and there. I didn't even have a uniform, just a cap. I wore my regular clothes. The way my shackjob Betty and I drank there was hardly money for clothes. Then I was transferred to Oakford Station. The soup was a bullneck named Jonstone. Help was needed there and I understood why. Jonstone liked to wear dark red t-shirts—that meant danger and blood. There were seven subs—Tom Moto, Nick Pelligrini, Herman Stratford, Rosey Anderson, Bobbly Hansen, Harold Wiley and me, Henry Chinaski. Reporting time was 5am and I was the only drunk there. I always drank until past midnight, and there we'd sit, at 5am, waiting to get on the clock, waiting for some regular to call in sick. The regulars usually called in sick when it rained or during a heatwave or the day after a holiday when the mail load was doubled. There were 40 or 50 routes, maybe more, each case was different, you were never able to learn any of them, you had to get your mail up and ready before 8am for the truck dispatches, and Jonstone would take no excuses. The subs routed their magazines on corners, went without lunch, and died in the streets. Jonstone would have us casing the routes 30 minutes late—spinning in his chair in his red shirt—"Chinaski take route 539!" We'd start a half hour short but were still expected to get the mail up and out and be back on time. And once or twice a week, always beaten, bundle of sticksged and f**ked we had to make the night pickups, and the schedule on the board was impossible—the truck wouldn't go that fast. You had to skip four or five boxes on the first run and the next time around they were stacked with mail and you stank, you ran with sweat jamming it into the sacks. I got laid all right. Jonstone saw to that. © Charles Bukowski. Excerpt Used Only As An Appreciation of Buk!
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02-04-2011, 01:42 PM | #206 |
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My job is a piece of cake. I just sit here in my Avatar (24-7) and jerk it to TV.
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How much more difficult is it to be a mail man than to be a paperboy when you're 12? Serious question.
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02-04-2011, 01:43 PM | #208 |
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02-04-2011, 01:43 PM | #209 |
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Heh, I forgot about Newman.
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02-04-2011, 01:45 PM | #210 |
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Don't know much about being a paper boy. Do they still roll their own papers, or do they go and pick up a bag to deliver? Do they do it for 8+ hours per day? Do they make kids go out and walk up porches in the winter? Can they still ride their bikes in the summer?
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