WHY I DON'T LIVE AT THE POST OFFICE
At 8 o’clock this morning I dispatched the last of the Christmas trucks carrying
thousands of packages to smaller stations within the city. As they pulled away
from the dock I looked around and decided this was a good time to escape.
All the activity centered on the North Dock where a large group of employees were
sorting hundreds, maybe thousands, of pieces of Express mail. That would be…
18,556 STEPS LAST NIGHT
Travelin’ Travis, No 2 son, called awhile ago. He was
standing in line waiting to catch his flight to Paris. Then he
boarded and took a window seat, and said, “They’re shutting
the door, so that means I have to get off this phone. Later,
Mom. I’ll call you from an Internet cafe in France somewhere.”
From there he will fly to Copenhagen and join up with his old
pal, Paul, who now lives…
EXECUTIVE ORDER; HAVE A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS
Monday morning just minutes before I began my much awaited 24-hour pass from the monumental mass of Christmas cards and packages, the union steward
came running across the dock shouting, ” George Bush issued an Executive
Order granting all federal employees a day off on December 24, 2007, except
postal employees…except postal employees…EXCEPT POSTAL EMPLOYEES.”
The ominous sound of th…
FOURTEEN AND COUNTING DOWN
I work in a mail processing center the size of ten football fields inside. Now most
any postal facility (be it UPS, FedEx, USPS, or Pony Express) this time of year
will be overwhelmed with parcels and holiday greetings of some kind or another.
The building where I am employed is smack dab in the middle of an area of the
country where at least a thousand new residents move in every month, ...