"Going Postal" is a new modern catchphrase that brings different images to mind that are as varied as the people thinking of what that phrase really means. Do you picture some snot nosed youth with pimply skin and greasy hair coming to work with a gun and blowing everyone away because he's *beep* at a co worker and if you're in the wrong place at the wrong time, you could be lucky enough to be sprayed with bullets too? No? That is Columbine High school, not the post office. The post office just CREATES Phsycho employees, I say that stastement with assurance of knowledge, I once was a postal employee. I was a sub on a rural route, guaranteed one day a week work, no paid holidays, no vacation, no sick time and I was responsible for all maintenence on my vehicle.AND I was expected to be available to cover the route I was sub for at the drop of a hat, whether it was at 6 a.m. I'd get the call or during the day if something happened to the regular carrier while delivering the route. Now what a fine upstanding offer of a job this was, I was fingerprinted and background checked by the FBI all for one day a week and you weren't treated as a valuable asset to the company, no you were just used up sucked dry and spit out when you were no longer any use to them. Hell we all got our kicks at the post office by nailing someones foot to the floor and watching them go in circles in pain. Yup, truth it was a sick place to work. It was a viscous nasty place to work, but I liked it. I learned the fine art of face to face confrontation there. Something that has gotten much worse since I stroked. Most people aren't comfortable with face to face confrontation. A few times I took a hold of my suprevisors tie and patted it and told him I would tighten it for him if he'd like. So that place breeds the mentality of going postal. Basically management tells you to trust them, they literally stand behind you and then they shove you out in front of the oncoming truck. Then whomever did the shoving gets the innocent look on their face and says I didn't mean for it to happen or the safety talks per week get upped. It is such a BS place to work. Now my carreer with the postal service has been over for 4 or 5 years, you may wonder why I'm on a roll with the post office.

A friend from the post office called and she's on the verge and it is a good thing she doesn't own a gun. Of course she is ranting and raving about all the stuff that will never change. Me, I've got tears rolling down my face from laughing at her. No one could be funnier then Emily when she is mad at the post office. Of course I'm taking my life in my hands laughing in her presence but she says some funny things. She is Pennslyvania dutch and comes out with some real regional sayings. There were many times laughing at work got us all threw a stressful situation.

Well speaking of going postal and all, I feel like I'm on the verge of that alot lately. No one is safe from my sarcasm or irritation. Yup I'm a hyper wreck, a woman on the edge, I feel as if at moment I can go postal. I'm in menopause leave me be! Even the dog is learning to give me a wide berth when I come in the same room as him. The yellow lab is back to slinking off under the kitchen table and watching from under there to see when it is safe to come out. She started slinking under the kitchen table when I first came home from rehab cause I kept tripping over her and falling and when I fall, someone should shout TIMBEEEEERRRRRRR!!!!!!! cause I shake the house, rattle glassware, make the wine glasses clink together in their rack.

Pam