I work for the USPS and currently go to school at night to try and finish the diploma I started for. Due to a sucky person thats on hold but I digress.
This morning we had one route open which was no big deal it was being spread out over eight carriers and people wouldn't be getting their mail too late. Until one of our carriers with a heavy customer route got a family emergency call. Her Father had just passed away suddenly. So of course she left work, very understandable.
So instead of eight carriers taking pieces on one we had to split two between them and I was given a two hour piece that was delivering mail to a seniors trailer park. As soon as I get in there I start getting mobbed by people but they leave when they realize I can't move any faster then I am, I'm already tired, and I'm trying to get done as fast as I can. However one gentleman decided to be a SC and is now referred to as Crappy Old Man or COM.
COM: YOUR LATE!
Me: Yes sir and I appologize for that. *currently trying to sort out the mail to the names in the bank of lock boxes*
COM: Well?!
Me: Sir? *glances at him for a second*
COM: I want my mail NOW.
Me: I'm sorry sir I'm going as fast as I can, and I can't just hand you mail when I don't know who you are and that you need a lock to retrive your mail from the cluster box.
COM: So where the hell were you?
Me: I had to finish my route before I could get over here sir. Your regular carrier was called away from the office.
COM: Thats Bull, when am I going to get my mail.
Me: Sir since I don't even know which box is yours I can't predict when and if your going to get mail.
COM: Well why the hell don't you know which one is mine?
Me: Because I normally deliver to a different part of the city.
COM: Can't you go any faster?
Me: Not when you keep interuppting me sir. *While he was talking I did manage to get three of the 16 boxes done*
COM: I guess someone just has to die to get service around here.
Me: Since thats why your carrier isn't here, I would have to say thats correct.
COM: *blinks and backs away before rushing towards his trailer*
ME: *sighs and just moves to the next box, managing to get another one done before the COM's wife comes out*
COM's Wife: Did I hear my husband right, did our carrier pass on?
ME: No mam, a family member of your carrier.
COM's Wife: Oh, will she be out long?
Me: I don't know Mam, it was a sudden thing.
COM's Wife: Okay well take your time dear, your looking tired.
Me: *blinking and actaully stopping to look at her* Uh, Thank you.
COM's Wife: Have a good evening dear. *wanders inside*
Me: You too... *looking back down to sorting out the mail* How the heck does she put up with him?
Random Old Person: We've all wondered that.
Me: *jumping from slight shock and just watches the guy walk away*
Yes I know sometimes we're late but it isn't always something we can control. Like carrier illness, late mail from the office, family death, and once carrier death. Or when our lowest bid trucks die and we have to wait for a tow...
This morning we had one route open which was no big deal it was being spread out over eight carriers and people wouldn't be getting their mail too late. Until one of our carriers with a heavy customer route got a family emergency call. Her Father had just passed away suddenly. So of course she left work, very understandable.
So instead of eight carriers taking pieces on one we had to split two between them and I was given a two hour piece that was delivering mail to a seniors trailer park. As soon as I get in there I start getting mobbed by people but they leave when they realize I can't move any faster then I am, I'm already tired, and I'm trying to get done as fast as I can. However one gentleman decided to be a SC and is now referred to as Crappy Old Man or COM.
COM: YOUR LATE!
Me: Yes sir and I appologize for that. *currently trying to sort out the mail to the names in the bank of lock boxes*
COM: Well?!
Me: Sir? *glances at him for a second*
COM: I want my mail NOW.
Me: I'm sorry sir I'm going as fast as I can, and I can't just hand you mail when I don't know who you are and that you need a lock to retrive your mail from the cluster box.
COM: So where the hell were you?
Me: I had to finish my route before I could get over here sir. Your regular carrier was called away from the office.
COM: Thats Bull, when am I going to get my mail.
Me: Sir since I don't even know which box is yours I can't predict when and if your going to get mail.
COM: Well why the hell don't you know which one is mine?
Me: Because I normally deliver to a different part of the city.
COM: Can't you go any faster?
Me: Not when you keep interuppting me sir. *While he was talking I did manage to get three of the 16 boxes done*
COM: I guess someone just has to die to get service around here.
Me: Since thats why your carrier isn't here, I would have to say thats correct.
COM: *blinks and backs away before rushing towards his trailer*
ME: *sighs and just moves to the next box, managing to get another one done before the COM's wife comes out*
COM's Wife: Did I hear my husband right, did our carrier pass on?
ME: No mam, a family member of your carrier.
COM's Wife: Oh, will she be out long?
Me: I don't know Mam, it was a sudden thing.
COM's Wife: Okay well take your time dear, your looking tired.
Me: *blinking and actaully stopping to look at her* Uh, Thank you.
COM's Wife: Have a good evening dear. *wanders inside*
Me: You too... *looking back down to sorting out the mail* How the heck does she put up with him?
Random Old Person: We've all wondered that.
Me: *jumping from slight shock and just watches the guy walk away*
Yes I know sometimes we're late but it isn't always something we can control. Like carrier illness, late mail from the office, family death, and once carrier death. Or when our lowest bid trucks die and we have to wait for a tow...
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