The mail carriers here tote some big ole heavy bags from door to door. They must hate tusedays. That's the big in the mail adverment day. Kinda like getting most the ads from a Sunday paper
The mail carriers here tote some big ole heavy bags from door to door. They must hate tusedays. That's the big in the mail adverment day. Kinda like getting most the ads from a Sunday paper
Depends. City carriers hate Tuesdays and Saturdays. Rural carriers hate Fridays and Saturdays. We ALL hate Mondays, because we get the mail from Saturday night and Sunday night that has to go out on Monday. An average rural route carrier will literally handle over 30,000 pieces of mail, easily on Mondays.
Lem populum: sed quicumque non habent suffragia, semper nobis
PA carriers start at $15.87. But again, hanging out with carriers at lunch gives you very little insight as to what is done on a daily basis. I've literally seen 20 plus year career military men crumple over and cry because the job is overwhelming at first. Literally thousands of boxes, thousands of names, routes to memorize, boxes you skip, forwards, casing the mail, pulling it down in order, loading in order, delivery of parcels, accountables by 12 or 3pm... It's not as easy as you think Raid. But if you think it's a cake walk, by all means apply online. You'll likely get the job (if you can pass the 5 tests), and see for yourself.
Where did I say it was easy? Note that I do have a bit of insight as to the job as I hung out with my bro-in-law quite a few times while he was 'on the job'. He has...20? years in. He's planning his disability to occur in a few months.
Where did I say it was easy? Note that I do have a bit of insight as to the job as I hung out with my bro-in-law quite a few times while he was 'on the job'. He has...20? years in. He's planning his disability to occur in a few months.
And I have a bit of insight about war because I heard my grandpa's war stories.
Talk to me when you've walked a mile in my shoes... Literally.
Lem populum: sed quicumque non habent suffragia, semper nobis
And I have a bit of insight about war because I heard my grandpa's war stories.
Talk to me when you've walked a mile in my shoes... Literally.
My grandfather was in the army during World War II, and his brother-in-law was in the navy. At one family gathering, they were swapping war stories, and my grand-uncle started a story with, "When we sat down at the table for dinner..."
My grandfather interrupted, "When you what?"
"When we sat down at the table for dinner..."
Grandpa just looked at him. "What the fu<k war were you in????"
“No one ever went broke underestimating the taste of the American public.”—H.L. Mencken
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