Just wanted to tell you a little of the other side of this story.
I did call the Post Master yesterday to report what happened.`He's a very nice young man. We've met before. He apologized, of course, on behalf of whoever caused the problem, and then explained a bit of his own problem.
There is a freeze on hiring here, and he is down to seven people to deliver our mail throughout the township. He has no idea who will be replacing Gary at the end of the year, and is as concerned as we are. Whenever one of the mail people is out sick or on vacation, he tries to have others of his staff double up, but that is not always possible. He often has to have someone from another town do the route. They are not familiar with the area, and usually unhappy about the extra duty. He himself was out on Saturday, so didn't know who had been assigned to our route that day, but he promised to find out who it was and have a chat with him. I know that he will do that. But if it is someone from Wildwood, or Avalon or Sea Isle City, I can't imagine they will take it to heart.
It seems to me that Postal workers are much like so many other types of workers today - not taking much pride in their work, and just getting through it as quickly as possible and collecting their pay checks. Now, when I was a girl.....
Seriously, we really did take pride in what we did, and really earned our pay. I think it's sad that so many today don't seem to take any satisfaction from a job well done. Am I just an old fogey, or do you agree?
