Life as a Postal Employee

Life as a Postal Employee SUCKS

January 5, 2006

So, the surgeon says no stooping, bending, twisting.

Big deal says Hector. Do it any way.

What a freaking joke this place is.

I should be so evil to talk to people any kind of way and try my best to make them miserable.

Life as a Postal Employee: Injured employees are useless to the Postal Service

Life as a Postal Employee: Injured employees are useless to the Postal Service

January 3, 2006
So, I'm called into the office again. My injury hasn't healed yet (duh). The documentation I have from my surgeon just wasn't good enough for the new Manager.

It was his first day at our station and I guess he had to make himself feel important.

So, I was tag-teamed into coming into the office.
Once inside I was told I needed to work the window counter.

First of all, I wear a brace, and I am not supossed to stand any longer than 1-2 hours intermittantly per day.

The new boss man, I'll call him Hector, says well you can work the counter for 1-2 hours. This will be difficult since I would have to bend to retrieve stamps from the drawer, cash from the cash drawer, and place mail into bins.
Also, I would have to reach over the counter to give customers change and to get cash from customers.

So, Hector says.... Yawr documentaaation duesn't say dat chew cannot bend and stoop.

The surgeon faxed new documentation the very same day stating NO bending, twisting, stooping.

This should have solved the problem....
Nope...

Injured employees are useless to the Postal Service

I am an injured postal employee. I have worked for the post office for over 20 years. This is my first serious injury. I will probably require surgery to fix my injury. I can still work, but in a different capacity.

Management picks at me because of my injury. This is only my opionion, and I am sure they would never admit to the harassment they impose on injured employees.

I have been harassed to the point of collapsing on the work room floor. That probably made management feel powerful to see a grown person rolling on the tears screaming at the top of their lungs.

The only thing you can do when employed here is PRAY! Cover your every move (there is always somebody out to get you), and put a plan in place to GET OUT ALIVE!

Until my next post,

Love and Patience