Remember the people who always complained "we need more people," wouldn't work overtime, but grieved everytime they were bypassed, never broke a sweat, never asked you about YOU or your FAMILY, only talked about "How wonderful they were," management did this or didn't do that, it was never, ever, anything that they personally did or did not do or thought or didn't think, and NOW, they found the internet!
You simply cannot get away.
These people find differences rather than similarities, faults rather than promises and hope.
I have been an optimist all my life based on my own willingness to care. I have HOPE because I work for it. Nobody hands it out to me and I am not waiting for any. I am a seeker. I have always been. I'm the sane man who walks into a room full of crazies. Whos then, is the
crazy" one?
You simply have to allow the wannabee experts enough leash to hang themselves and have the patience to realize the inevitability. They'll get there and "by God," they'll be "first in line!"
Unfortunately, has anyone ever seen a safe way to "lift properly" 80,000 times in a postal career? I haven't and neither has anyone else, yet the post office and nearly every other large employee populated enterprise, preaqches this "TACIT" Gospel about safety.
Even concert musicians get Carpal Tunnel Syndrome after using their hands for 30 years. Injuries go with the territory and NOTHING will improve this fact, not even a "postal disclaimer."
Show me a retired postal employee and I will show you someone with arthritis and rheumatism, to go along with their aching backs, sore knees, broken hips, bad feet, and hearing loss. Hopefully, I will also be able to show you people that are going to make it under the worst possible conditions, both emotionally and physically, because they made a career out of TOLERANCE. Without tolerance, nobody EVER makes it to retirement in the post office.
I've more than stated my case but I could write many books on the subject because I am anosy SOB, curious and interested in damn near everything. I'm just like my dad was and he managed to name five, never before named, catalogued, and identified Marine Invertebrates, and they reside in Washington, D.C., in the Smithsonian Institution. Maybe when I die, they will mount me on the wall nest to the Blue Whale in the lobby of one of the buildings where the Museum resides. You can bet your ass I'll have a shit-eating grin oon my face!

Respectfully,

Dave Kirtley

p.s. Daddy named these Sabellariids after his sisters! Check it out if you're interested in Marine Zoology. David W. Kirtley PHd.( an Oklahoma boy who went to Florida State for his Graduate Degrees, after spending 30 years in the Oilfields as a Petroleum Geologist.)