Note: I wanted to give today’s post the title “The Supervisor Strikes Back” but as they couldn’t get around the union rules today, they couldn’t make my life difficult today. Don’t worry, they will eventually, and that corny title will be used. I have that much faith in management.
That said, ever since I’ve become a postal worker, I’ve decided I’d never take another job if that new career lacked a union. Having grown up in Louisiana’s “right to work” employment system, I’m well aware that management will try, and often gets away with, pushing employees through hell and back to meet their high (unrealistic) demands. Having a union at my back protects me from the majority of their abuses, and for those they still attempt, I keep an eye out for and call them out on.
With it being a half-day (the kids need their dad and I will be there for them, by thunder) I should be able to catch up on the writing I began last evening. In a completely surprising turn of events, I fell asleep before the writing was complete.
I know you’re surprised, readers.
But I had made significant progress before the sleep cycle shut me down unexpectedly, so it shouldn’t take too long to finish. Now that I’ve learned a little more about maintaining formats between my writing program and this website, the pages should start looking cleaner and I’ll start obsessing over the older pages and wanting to fix them.
And it wouldn’t be a proper shift at the day job without being caught at the far end of a walking mail route by a sudden rainstorm.
And the storms will be rolling through for the rest of the day. With 4 dogs who hate thunder, and 2 kids starting to understand what thunder is, it’ll be an interesting evening at the Swift House. Sidenote: the cats don’t really care about the weather; they just nap through everything.
With that, I’m off for evening chores. Stay safe, readers!
-JB Swift
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