Mail Carrier Picture of the Day 1931 Model A Ford

The Post Office and Dog Attacks Part 7

After the trial, there was a quite time for about a month. Then I got a call from personnel inviting me to a meeting with the big wigs in the local postal area. I found out later it was their version of a trial. The people in attendance included my station manager, my stupervisor, my union rep, and the Local union President. They would not let my husband in, and he was my witness. All they did was ask me what my side of the story was and send me out. They sent me a letter saying I had been found guilty at step one and it was being sent on to step two. The station manager and Postmaster of Norfolk were step one, what a surprise !!!!!!!!!
At step two they could not make a decision based on the evidence. The union called me and said that if I agree to apply for disability retirement they would quit persuing it (me). So, I applied and was approved by Social Security and Civil Service. Then the Union had to negotiate with the Post Office that they would seal the records unless I ever apply to work at the Post Office again LOL !!! That was in about 2000, I have not left the house without someone with me for all those years. I am afraid of most dogs, don't trust people, and take at least 6 different medications per day. I have Post Traumatic Stress and now I'm Bi-Polar. No damage there.
The thing is it started with the dog attacks and was intensified by humans (if you can call them human). They should have helped me and cared about me but instead they tortued me and tried to screw me over. I hung in there and showed them you can't always push the little guy around. I had to buy my 10 years in the Navy in to the Post Office and I had just made the last payments or else I would have lost that time for my retirement at 62. At 62 I will fully retire with this time counting toward my time in service. I am already past early retirment age so they can't screw me anymore, I think. I am also a Disabled Veteran. Never think "Hey, I'd like to work for the Post Office, they pay well!" Not unless you want a job that make you feel like an E-1 in the Military for the first 15 years. And contiplate throwing yourself in front of a moving car to stop the craziness.

Song written for Postmen In England

The postman depicted is wearing the uniform of the day: the double-peak shako hat, plus blue jacket with red piping which has four good conduct stripes. Our photographic collection holds images that show postmen in uniform with such stripes that were awarded for excellent attendance records, good time keeping and good work. The awarding of good conduct stripes ceased in 1914.

The music is written for piano and has lyrics for the chorus only. It was composed by Montague Ewing (1890-1957) who also wrote under the name Sherman Myers. The artist responsible for the front cover was W George.

Attack of the British Postman

From The London St. Martin's-le-Grand. A Postman was assaulted while on duty and was laid up in consequence. The following is taken from his letter of explanation: "One of them threw the core of an apple at me which hit me in the ear; I took no notice of that, and walked on, and then they threw their hats at me.

So I picked up one of the hats and threw it back. Then they started throwing small stones at me. As I was ducking and dodging , I kept shouting out why were they attacking me. They said because it was my fault they were getting all these tax collection letters. As they were telling me this one huge rock stone hit me on my right cheek.

It is this reason you see me lying here today.

Man, being a postal employee in any country is no fun

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