Today, (well, this past Thursday actually because there's a motorcycle show in town and my best friend is here and we all got kinda saucy last night. But ANYWAY), I witnessed the inner workings of how you and everyone else we know gets the mail. And you know what? It's a pretty old fashioned system that depends highly on human organization, largely reading and categorizing every single piece of mail. Each instructor I've had this week stressed the fact that I'll likely quit before the end of the first month because the workload is overwhelming in the beginning, but not to be too worried, and that I'll get the hang of it soon enough. To be honest, I haven't felt any stress since I started this whole thing...I'm mainly curious and excited to be learning something completely new and different than anything I've done. I know this advice is not specifically directed to me, but comes from a place that is experiencing a high turnover in the post office. Going postal anyone?
Here's the truck bucket I sat in for the ensuing 6 hours. It was a stormy day, raining cats and dogs and chickens and hamburgers and everything else, and I signed up for this on my own free will. Below, about 1/4 full.
We finally got moving and left the post office around 10am with a belly full of packages.
Sink or swim!
The first half was pretty slow, but picked up after we covered all the rural homes. You can refer to this photo as the "before" picture that I'll likely reference after I have something more interesting to share. To be continued...
Lil' Nikki out.
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