Attack Of the Mailmam

The trouble with working at the post office is that they give you impossible orders. One fine day I delivered my route and they wanted me to deliver packages on someone else's route. I had five packages left and I called in and asked if they wanted me to come back on time or deliver the packages and go into overtime. The station manager answered the phone and said she wanted me to deliver the packages and be back on time. This was totally impossible to do as I had explained but they say such idiotic things. So, I stayed out and delivered the packages and was 20 minutes late getting back. She never said anything. What are you supposed to do when people are so ignorant? You can not do two things at once, it's an either or question. I guess she just did not want to make a decision but leave it up to me. Why is she there and why did I waste my time calling her? We weren't supposed to take cell phones but I took mine for emergencies. You can't always find a phone or a bathroom on your route. Especially on a walking route which I had but used a truck a lot of times.

Things That Make You Smile :) Resume

Resimay

Too hoom it mae cunsern,

I waunt to apply for the job what I saw in the paper.

I can Type realee quik wit one finggar and do sum a counting....

I think I am good on the phone and I do no I am a pepole person, Pepole really seam to respond to me well. Certain men and all the ladies.

I no my spelling is not to good but find that I offen get a job thru my persinalety.

My salerery is open so we can discus wat jou want to pay me and what you think that I am werth,

I can start emeditely.

Thank you in advanse fore yore anser.

hopifuly yore best aplicant so farr.

Sinseerly,
BRYAN nickname Beefy

PS: Because my resimay is a bit short - below is pickture of me

Employer's response:....

Dear Beefy - I mean Bryan ,

It's OK honey, we got

SPELL CHECK!!!

See you Monday.

Things That Make You Smile

Dogs will be dogs, mine eats everything from the couch to some 10 pound boots when he weighed 5 pounds. Refrigerator magnets no sweat.

Things That Make You Smile Dog Verses Cat Diary

DOG DIARY

7:00 AM - Outside! My favorite thing!
8:00 AM - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 AM - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 AM - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 AM - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
2:00 PM - Looked out the window and barked! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
4:00 PM - Chased a bird out of the tree! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
6:00 PM - Watched my people eat! My favorite thing!
6:00 PM - Table scraps! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!



CAT DIARY

Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards! There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog continues to receive special privileges. He is regularly released and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded

Hurray for Mail !

The eyes of the soldiers light up when the mail truck arrives.

This is a Christmas delivery. I would love this route. I have had worse in Norfolk Virginia.

Mail Carrier Picture of the Day " The Mailman " 1888 Van Gogh

Painting Title: Portrait of Joseph Roulin (The Postman) 1888
Oil on Canvas, 81.2 x 65.3cm - 32 x 25Inches (approx)
Vincent van Gogh
Famous Dutch artist - Post Impressionist painter

About the Postman Painting
Vincent said about his friend the postman, that he is a "good soul and so wise and so full of feeling and so trustful." He did several versions of Roulin the postman, including a number paintings and drawings.

The Post Office and Dog Attacks Part 6

So, here we go again, I hire a lawyer, Waste of money, but looks good in court. Out $2000 I really did not have but I figured the FBI, CIA, and 20 other Federal Agencies would be there, I just threatened to shoot up a post office! That smacks Federal Offense. Now that I look back, The FBI should have been at my house with a megaphone and guns pointed. Instead this was a local post office scare tactic to get me fired or make me quit. The fact is I never even said it and my husband was a witness to that fact. So, we go to court and who is there,the stupervisor and the Postal Inspector. No one else. The judge asked this jerk why he arrested me in Virginia Beach with a Norfolk Warrant. It was a Civil Case of the stupervisor against me. The Postal Inspector would not swear in as a witness so he could not be questioned but the judge made him. She asked him did he give me my Miranda rights, he did not. She asked the stupervisor what I did, he told her of the call. She asked me and my husband about it, then ruled me not guilty and said it was an illegal arrest. They seemed fine with it, because now the post office will have their trials and decide if I am guilty or not, regardless of the court ruling. That's part 7. That's the fun of the post office, they never stop trying to screw you. I got screwed everyday I worked for them and they weren't going to let me get away without torment like a rejected lover.
This blog helps me look back and see how ridiculous this was but they had me so drugged up at the time, I had a frightening and a distorted view. Somehow, deep inside that fight in me was raging and would not be quieted by the drugs or the post office.

Lady Calls 911 While Killing The Mailman

Mail Carrier Picture of the Day Flaming Mail Truck

Rule Number One: No Smoking In A Government Truck

Mail Truck in Tropical Storm Flood This Could Be ME

This is footage from the flooded streets of Palm Bay, Florida. It was shot on Jupiter blvd at approx. 3pm, Wed, Aug 20th, 2008. When I worked for the Post Office We never got a day off during a Hurricane, but they told us not to drive thru deep water because you don't know what is in it. I had severe flooding on my route and they wanted me to deliver the mail walking door to door on a walking route in waist high water. Of Course I did not, The stupervisors good idea , but I probably would have gotten written up for doing it or driving through deep water. You are dammed if you do or dammed if you don't at the USPS That should be their slogan.

Mail Carrier Picture of the Day

This is how owners train their dogs to get their exercise when the Mail Carrier comes. It is especially good for
the ones that run back and forth for twenty minutes a day barking like crazy as soon as the mail truck is heard. Many Vet's say it is adequate exercise : another service brought to you, With Pride, by Your USPS.

The Post Office and Dog Attacks Part 5

The next part of this story gets bad, at least for me. My husband and I came home from my doctor appointments and who could it be. Mr. Postal Inspector and he had come from Norfolk to Virginia Beach to arrest me. Keep that fact in mind. My husband drove me down to the Central Post Office in Norfolk and we went upstairs. He was a Barney Fife, he was taking my finger prints and my picture. Funny there was no one else in the building. I was joking around because that is my sense of humor and on lots of drugs. He arrested me because that stupervisor said I said " I would come to the post office and shoot everyone". Come to think of it now, they would have sent the FBI that day if that was true. Then he found this other guy out of no where and they drove me to the Norfolk City Jail in handcuffs. My husband followed behind. We got inside the locked up place and no one was still in handcuffs but me. The police had to tell these jerks to take the cuffs off of me. My husband was there and heard the PI "S laughing and saying that will teach her when they were out side in the common area. They put me in the cell with three ladies of the evening, and there are only three seats on the concrete bench, guess who did not mind standing. There was a half concrete wall and a toilet too, I would rather wet my pants. I guess they booked me, like Hawaii Five O, finger prints and pictures again. I was let out in about 30 minutes on my own word that I will return to court. That was very traumatic at the time and now sounds like a comical experience. Like a check in the box, next time I will tell you about what happened in court. Thanks for reading. Gail

Things that make you SMILE!!!

So you know, 204Bs are Carriers that can be acting supervisors. Note the Supervisors Golf Tournament notice on his desk!!

Things that make you SMILE!!!

This is probably a salt and pepper shaker. Yes, Mail Carrier and dog have a special bond known throughout the world.

Here's the real deal about working for the Post Office

They work you to death. They can work you 12 hours 5 days per week and 8 hours on your day off and there is nothing you can do about it. When you work overtime you carry a piece of another route which the Carrier is sick, because the post office never has enough people to cover the routes if someone is sick. I always said when someone asked me what the phone number to the post office was " they don't tell me, so I can,t call in sick". The stupervisors never use their sick leave and get rewards for it and they quietly disappear and go home and don't get docked for it. No one misses them If they did not show up the station would run smoother without them because everyone knows there job, doesn't screw around and goes to work. You see there is a list for who wants to work overtime but if you put your name on it you will never see your family again. But If no one puts there name on it, everyone is on it by default. I lost all my friends and social life working there. Carriers are not allowed to talk to each other except for 10 minute break, and that is usually a trip across the street to the 7/11 for coffee and breakfast. I always said " I will be the richest lady in the graveyard". That's enough for today. Thanks for reading, I will get back to the Dog attack ordeal soon. Gail

Mail Carrier Picture of the Day

This has to be the 1950's when Postmen were heros too little children.
There are many books aimed at children about Mail Carriers and Visiting
the Post Office. Now the Post Office has a Trademark on it's logo and they
control everything.

Things that make you SMILE!!!

This is a true complaint to the police , she probably thinks all those mail worker stoled her birthday cards and took them home . Or maybe her Carrier doesn't like her. Maybe she forgot to give her Carrier a Christmas tip and if they were a little out of sorts his sent them back " No such number or Addressee Unknown.

Don't forget to tip your Carrier. They control your mail!!!!!!!

Things that make you SMILE!!!

This happens too often, as a Carrier I would carry a book of stamps in my bag for just an occasion! No postage , too little postage,or when Older people think some stars sent to them in the mail are stamps.

Mail Carrier Picture of the Day

The Post Office and Dog Attacks Part 4

This is the hard part. Well, I started seeing Psychiatrists twice a week and there was no way they would clear me to go back to work. I was diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. I talked to personnel office and could not even call my office. I was put on the Family leave program. I had stopped getting paid somewhere after my paid leave and sick leave ended. Then if I remember workman's comp kicked in. I was going to thearapy twice a week and on so many drugs I couldn't remember my name. I could not drive so my husband had to take off work to get me back and forth.

Then the set up came. I was told by personnel to call my office, which she had said I never had to do. My stupervisor answered and said so when are you coming back to work. I told him again that I would probably shoot myself if I had to go back there and he said ok and hung up. Luckily my husband was nearby and heard what I said because two days later a Postal Inspector pulled up in my driveway. Only my 15 year old daughter and I were home. I thought he was there to investigate the dog attack but little did I know the horrible plight I was in for.

I don't know what was said or done when he was there, but my daughter was sitting next to me and I could not stop shaking. The visit was just a part of the set up, the post office trying to get rid of what they thought was a six year employee with no fight in her. Little did they know they were in the ring with a sixteen year government employee, disabled Veteran, and an innocent victim of their fucked - up system. Oh yeah and a Union