Empty Box

I spent most of my adult life delivering mail, magazines and unwanted junk mail to the households on my route. I loved my job most days. Rainy days I liked a little less and those -40°C snowy, stormy days were the worst. For the most part the weather was controllable with the proper clothing and a good mental attitude.

I liked most of the people that I worked with. It helped that I only spent an hour and a half to two hours a day with them. For some of them, an hour and a half to two hours was and hour and a half to two hours too long. There were some mighty big assholes working at the Post Office. I’m sure that someone, somewhere is writing the same thing in a little unknown blog but he is referring to me. See what I mean about big assholes?

I retired just as the Post Office was making major changes to the way Canadians receive their mail. I never have liked change and from what I have heard and seen, I would not have liked these changes. I am not in any position to know what is best for the Post Office and Canadian mail delivery; hopefully much brighter people than I have given it a lot of thought.

I received a notification in the mail today that as of Oct. 30^th my mail will no longer be delivered to my door. I will have to walk a half block to a Community Mail Box with a key to get it. I really have no problem picking my mail up, but the way I look at it there will be a lot fewer good jobs in the country come Oct 30^th. I guess that is what the kids call “Progress”.

I suppose that what does bother me is that the job I spent 30 years doing in the sun, wind, rain and snow has changed. If I had stayed, I would have been replaced with an empty metal box.

I am really glad that no one thought of this earlier.