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Originally Posted by Tom
You would would have died from a heart attack if you had ever tried to keep up with me at work.
Or died from bitching and whining about the hours, the travel, having to show respect to customers even when they were wrong.
You would have commited suicide, boy.
I would have taken your rounds for a vacation day.
But probably gotten bored about, oh, an hour into it.
Besides, in my line of work, we had to wear big boy pants.
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Ten posts today during working hours. Tell me again how hard you work.
The hours? Try coming to work at midnight on a Monday; then Tuesday off but as like as not you were called in anyway at any time between Midnight and 9 AM. Then on Wednesday and Thursday you start anytime between 2 AM and 6 AM and it is different every week. Same with Friday. And on Friday evening you can never go out because once again you are starting at midnight and you are too tired to go out Saturday evening.
When I was a window clerk I had regular hours but I had to take a two hour lunch which meant that with travel time, I was away from home 11 1/2 hours every day. And I worked six to ten hours of overtime almost every week I was at the post office.
You would not have lasted two days as a letter carrier.
I do agree that you wear big boy pants. Very big boy.
