Michael the Mailman

  I am spoiled. On route 20, my current route, I don’t deal with a lot of headaches. The people are nice to me and appreciate what I do for them. The people who ask to get their mail are few and far between. There’s Calvin in my last apartment building on the route. Once every couple weeks he asks if I can get him his mail. He has lived there for at least five years, back when I was a young city carrier assistant on the route. His mother once sent him a package without postage, and I’m still not sure how that got through. He had to pay $30 in postage for it. He hasn’t had a mailbox key in a long time and I even once returned his mail because the box was full. He didn’t mind. I think he understands he should get a mailbox key, he just doesn’t want to go to the trouble.  Today I was tasked with delivering part of a heavy apartment route. I had to give up part of my route for training, and the regular on this apartment route had to leave early, so they asked if I would do it. I k...

  I finally have a moment to myself, and I’d like to write.  I fully admit that I’m not always busy. I have things I could do and I do a lot, but I’m a procrastinator. I could do union work, but it never sounds like much fun. I could go get the late night shake from McDonald’s, but then I have to get up, deal with a possible line and I’m just not sure about that. And lastly, I could try to do something to improve my social life and relationships, but I might actually choose the union work over that. I don’t know if I want anyone to read my writings yet. It is terrifying to imagine what some would think of my mostly unfiltered thoughts. I don’t really want most of my co-workers to read this as this could lead to negative side effects at work. I wouldn’t worry about that as much, but I still have about 7 months left as union president and I’d like to keep the people I piss off to a minimum (some are unavoidable).  I’ve taken a lot of writing courses and I’ve written a lot i...