I sit here waiting for the phone call back. For as long as it fucking takes. This being the call from Royal Mail.

I got one shot at this. There IS no other company that you get to be a postman for. Yes there are courier companies – that isn’t the same deal. That isn’t collecting all the letters from the post-boxes across a town or city (less so in a village but there are at least 2 in my village). That isn’t being Postman Pat*.

*Disclaimer: Probably won’t be getting a personalised number plate on my van

Then if I do somehow manage to pull this off, I have to wrestle with the ogre of my conscience in letting down my manager with potentially as little as 2 weeks notice. This would be easy were it not for the fact that she is the best manager I’ve ever had in my entire working life. She’s also under a lot of stress right now, with both staffing issues and work related issues. And she’s let me keep my job for the past 15 – approaching 16 years. This is a hard one. But I also feel myself being worn into the ground on Nights. When I started them people told me I’d never looked better. But that was 3 years ago. Since then I think I’ve come to the unshakeable conclusion that humans just aren’t meant to defy natural daylight cycles.

So….I wait….

Published by InsanityDaily

I'm a gamer. I'm a coaster. I am happy in general. We're all born by chance and we're all gonna die. That makes me no better or worse than you. Get over that fact and we'll probably get along. I comment on the Google news feed a lot. Oh, and I swear quite a lot.

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