Please Mr. Postman
I think that I’m running low on juice these days. Actually, I am certain of it. While I am enjoying my job (hello, United States Postal Service!), it didn’t really occur to me at the time I accepted the position I am in that I would be working six days a week, up at or before dawn, for essentially forever (or until I can slide into a different position with a more set-in-stone sort of schedule, which hopefully will be sooner rather than later; as Danny Glover would say, I’m too old for this shit).
Still: beats unemployment, and I do get a sense of accomplishment and community from what I do, so that’s a big plus from every other job I’ve had in the past. Working at an institution that’s been around for 250 years serving the public interest is far more rewarding mentally and spiritually than serving the interests of shareholders instead. All of that corporate stuff that I did in the past (and I liked those jobs for about half the time I did them, until the work started to really affect my mental health) paid my bills, but it was never really satisfying, you dig? At least with this job, when I’m done for the day, I feel like I’ve accomplished something that’s actually beneficial to most people in some way. It’s a good change from corporate life.
So anyway, people: write more letters by hand and send them through the mail. People like getting things in their mailboxes that aren’t bills and junk! Actual pieces of paper written by actual people! It never gets old, I tell you what.
Hope you’re all doing well out there in the world, everyone.
Hang tight.
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