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Fine...I get it...
I'm at home today...really at home on a day that is not Sunday. Something rare during this and next month since it IS the time for taking vacations. So for the past few weeks I've been doing six day work weeks and slowly going mental at the thought of being at work and dealing with some people.
You see I don't have a route of my own but instead have been opted on a route for the past two years. Senior carriers have been wanting this route and have been bugging me about it for the past three weeks. I'm getting sick of it so before I even go to the road after casing and pulling down the route I'm twitching.
Now on this route I have multiples of the same last name and multiples of the same number different street. That shouldn't be a problem I hear you all say, but sometimes when you have to get a lot of mail up fast, yes yes it is a problem. The last names don't usually get me but the numbers will at times. I currently have a problem with 9930. I have three of these and sometimes when I go to fast the three will get mis cased. Usually I catch this on the street and can correct it before any mail goes into the box. Sometimes however I'm not so good at it and usually people will just pop it back into their box, put the flag up, and it's done.
Now last week we had some crappy full route magazines come in with printing on the labels that is...doubled. So we had to look at them closer as they didn't come in route order. On accident I put 9330 into 9930's spot. Normally I would have just face palmed, taken it back and delivered it correctly the next day. But this time after a solid couple months of making sure things were correct and managing to grab the wrong ones I get this back in the box with a note, "Why can't you learn to read?"
I've gotten that note before from them and it stung, of course that had been about a year and a half ago. But this time was different, I pulled the magazine in, gave a sigh, and tossed it with a growing pile of those I had mis cased. My head was pounding and I was tired after not sleeping well for the past few nights. It was affecting my work I knew that and I was trying my best. But then she came out and started yelling at me, telling me off for getting their address wrong 'ALL the time' and for never delivering their packages right.
I twitched then at the mention of the packages, I had been getting swamped with packages and today I had close to 30 of them. Finally she let it drop that if they didn't have to do business with the USPS they wouldn't. But they pay taxes and they knew thats how I get my paycheck. Again I can feel my eyes twitching and I'm staring straight ahead. "Your not even listening ar you?! What think this is funny just waltz around and getting here whenever you damn well please? I saw you down at the store today, sitting there for 25 minuets. Don't think I won't hesitate to tell you manager about you slouching off work."
Now my head is basically dead with thought and I'm, for better thought, blue screened. "Have fun calling them then. Have a good day." Driving to the next box I just left her there yelling at me before she stormed back into her house. So yes your the only person on my route and not one of 683. Your the only person I get mail for, not the average of 1883 letters and 2310 flats. I ONLY get your packages and not the average of 22 that the route gets. And yes when I'm given a piece off another route and told to do that before my own route I will rush to your house to make sure you get your mail at the same time every single fricken day. And about my half hour lunch that you saw me taking and cutting off at 25 minuets to get back to the route...yea I'll make sure to never do that again just for you too.
So for those who claim that we as the USPS can never get anything right...fine I get it. I get it every fricken day when I have someone come to my truck and claim that I'm five minuets later then yesterday or want to berate me on not getting a package yet. Because yes I just know exactly where that package is and even where our competitors did to your package because I am all knowing.
SO STOP ALREADY! I get it, I get that your unhappy with me, I get that you think I should be giving your mail on a silver plater. I get that you think I'm scum with no education what so ever.
What caused this little outburst of mine? A few of the posts on here and the fact that my neighbor wanted to know why she hasn't gotten a package yet. Totally not even taking in the fact that I'm still in my pj's and I'm not at work. Of course then she wanted me to go to the post office and ask instead of her just calling. Overlooking the fact that I don't have a car right now, my Mother has my car and I bike to work. But yea I'll get right on that for you.
F-ing hell I just got my stomach settled and just got some of the best sleep in three weeks. And now...now I'm trying to not hide in my closet and cry because of this.
You see I don't have a route of my own but instead have been opted on a route for the past two years. Senior carriers have been wanting this route and have been bugging me about it for the past three weeks. I'm getting sick of it so before I even go to the road after casing and pulling down the route I'm twitching.
Now on this route I have multiples of the same last name and multiples of the same number different street. That shouldn't be a problem I hear you all say, but sometimes when you have to get a lot of mail up fast, yes yes it is a problem. The last names don't usually get me but the numbers will at times. I currently have a problem with 9930. I have three of these and sometimes when I go to fast the three will get mis cased. Usually I catch this on the street and can correct it before any mail goes into the box. Sometimes however I'm not so good at it and usually people will just pop it back into their box, put the flag up, and it's done.
Now last week we had some crappy full route magazines come in with printing on the labels that is...doubled. So we had to look at them closer as they didn't come in route order. On accident I put 9330 into 9930's spot. Normally I would have just face palmed, taken it back and delivered it correctly the next day. But this time after a solid couple months of making sure things were correct and managing to grab the wrong ones I get this back in the box with a note, "Why can't you learn to read?"
I've gotten that note before from them and it stung, of course that had been about a year and a half ago. But this time was different, I pulled the magazine in, gave a sigh, and tossed it with a growing pile of those I had mis cased. My head was pounding and I was tired after not sleeping well for the past few nights. It was affecting my work I knew that and I was trying my best. But then she came out and started yelling at me, telling me off for getting their address wrong 'ALL the time' and for never delivering their packages right.
I twitched then at the mention of the packages, I had been getting swamped with packages and today I had close to 30 of them. Finally she let it drop that if they didn't have to do business with the USPS they wouldn't. But they pay taxes and they knew thats how I get my paycheck. Again I can feel my eyes twitching and I'm staring straight ahead. "Your not even listening ar you?! What think this is funny just waltz around and getting here whenever you damn well please? I saw you down at the store today, sitting there for 25 minuets. Don't think I won't hesitate to tell you manager about you slouching off work."
Now my head is basically dead with thought and I'm, for better thought, blue screened. "Have fun calling them then. Have a good day." Driving to the next box I just left her there yelling at me before she stormed back into her house. So yes your the only person on my route and not one of 683. Your the only person I get mail for, not the average of 1883 letters and 2310 flats. I ONLY get your packages and not the average of 22 that the route gets. And yes when I'm given a piece off another route and told to do that before my own route I will rush to your house to make sure you get your mail at the same time every single fricken day. And about my half hour lunch that you saw me taking and cutting off at 25 minuets to get back to the route...yea I'll make sure to never do that again just for you too.
So for those who claim that we as the USPS can never get anything right...fine I get it. I get it every fricken day when I have someone come to my truck and claim that I'm five minuets later then yesterday or want to berate me on not getting a package yet. Because yes I just know exactly where that package is and even where our competitors did to your package because I am all knowing.
SO STOP ALREADY! I get it, I get that your unhappy with me, I get that you think I should be giving your mail on a silver plater. I get that you think I'm scum with no education what so ever.
What caused this little outburst of mine? A few of the posts on here and the fact that my neighbor wanted to know why she hasn't gotten a package yet. Totally not even taking in the fact that I'm still in my pj's and I'm not at work. Of course then she wanted me to go to the post office and ask instead of her just calling. Overlooking the fact that I don't have a car right now, my Mother has my car and I bike to work. But yea I'll get right on that for you.
F-ing hell I just got my stomach settled and just got some of the best sleep in three weeks. And now...now I'm trying to not hide in my closet and cry because of this.
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