Thread: Dh is ready to go postal !

My husband is a mail carrier for USPS. He's worked for them for about 6 years. Today he called in sick to work and went to the doctor because he is SO stressed that he can hardly contain himself. The doctor gave him a week off of work to start with. Then he has to see another doctor.

You guys have no idea how bad it can suck to be a mail carrier. I swear the supervisors have to go to school to take classes such as "how to contridict yourself in 2 sentences or less" or "evading answers 101" or "how to thouroughly piss off your mail carriers until they get to the point where they want to kill you"!

I really is that bad. Supervisors are under alot of stress to make sure each route is done completely by a certain time even if people call in sick or whatever. The level of mail on any given day can be not very much or tons of mail. So they have all of these stupid formula's & stuff that "magically" tell them what time a carrier should be out on the street after caseing his mail (putting it in the correct order) and delivering it. It is almost always wrong but you can't tell that to a supervisor because it must be YOUR FAULT! Not the formula!

I could go on and on and on......Dh won't even go to work to pick up his paycheck this week, I have to go get it for him so he doesn't have to see anyone there.

My Grandfather worked for USPS as a routing supervisor. He was under enormous stress daily. He even took a couple of different leave-of-absenses because of stress. He lived in California and Oregon because that is where the p.o. sent him, he declined to be transfered to Washington for the last year before he retired. Well they basicly black-balled him because he didn't want to move his family again & they made him miserable utill the day he retired. Only a year later he had his first major stroke, with more to follow later.

I had no idea how stressful it was. I always thought it'd be fun b/c you get to drive around all day and just deliver the mail. My friend told me that's not all they do, but I figured that for the most part, it was an easy job. My mail woman is so nice. She gets out of her truck to give me packages that won't fit in the mail box and I heard that they don't have to do that. I'm so thankful for mail workers. Their work is so taken for granted. I read this in a magazine a couple days ago. You might want to pass it along to your hubby. It might cheer him up knowing how important his job is.

"The US Postal Service
I don't find it beautiful because of nostaligia. It's beautiful because it works so well and costs so little. I know that postal workers kill one another occasionally and that not every section of every large urban area enjoys the same level of service, but I've lived all over the US, in places large and small, and I've never had any problem with my mail.

Thirty-seven cents. You hand a homeless guy thirty-seven cents, he'll hock on your shoe. You hand the United States Postal Service thirty-seven cents and it'll tote your sh*t three thousand miles in a matter of days and deliver it by hand - and yet folks p*ss and moan when they raise the rate three stinkng cents. Where's the love?"

I know I get annoyed because the mail seems late or slow. I think a lot of us believe the posties have it easy. The guys and gals on the route do work very hard, in all sorts of weather. You are right about what they carry and how it varies. The supervisors should ease off...I hope your husband is okay soon.

I ended up having a nervous breakdown because of work related stress. I will be on anti-depressants for the rest of my life because I just couldn't understand why I couldn't do it all. Your husband needs to get out and get another job. Any job. But it is not worth it to end up an emotional and physical mess because someone who doesn't do the job thinks that you should be faster, stronger, better and work longer.

I swear if I had known what a mess I was going to end up I would have quit that job years earlier. It isn't worth it. I don't care what the benefits are or the money. It just isn't worth it.

Let him take a medical leave of absense and then just don't come back. I was so bad, I had panic attacks just thinking about going to work. It isn't worth it.

hmm...i love my mail carrier...we live in a big apt complex..and he would run stuff to big for our box to my door...i thanked him every time and also he got a small present at christmas...*G* i have a P.O. box now...**bad area got tired of my mailbox being broken into & generaly trashed** but this guy is a GREAT postmen...he didn't have to run those packages to my door..he did anyway. *giggle* i think he wondered about us and all the weird packges we recieved. <---freebies!!