Love some of the comments about his post office on Yelp
"Thanks postal service, for letting me experience what it's like to live in the Soviet Union in 1975. I would warn you all to stay as far away from this vortex of incompetence and sloth as possible, but what choice do we have when we need the mail? UGH."
I have a bank loan that I have to pay in person because that bank is not set up for automatic withdrawals. Nevermind the fact that the bank I have the loan with and the bank where my pay goes are owned by the same company and nevermind the fact that I have another loan with an unrelated bank and they are able to do automatic withdrawls...
Once a month I get transported to the 1980s before banks were set up to use fancy things like computers and I go and take money out of the bank machine and pay cash to a teller to pay my loan. Unbelievable!!
I admire Todd's patience in all that post office fuckery.
I am losing mine very quickly. I'm in charge of our assembly shop this week because the coordinator is on vacation (who left many loose ends for me to deal with). I forgot how lazy those sonsabitches are down there. My attitude is "NOW NOW NOW!" they're all like "Yeah whatever. They'll get it when they get it". That's easy for them to say because they don't have the customer, the inside person, AND the outside salesman breathing down your neck. Then they want me to you oversee quality control (we have a guy here specifically for QC) and shipping (that too) and then they want me to lick their asshole and thank them when I'm all done. This morming I had to yell at one of the shop guys to get to work after I observed him maxin' and relaxin' reading the newspaper on company time while there are orders that are weeks overdue. I literally kicked the stool from beneath him and pointed to his upstairs lab to go on and git. It's only day two and I'm ready to put the barrel in my mouth and pull the trigger. Otherwise I'm trying to stay positive. shifty look
I noticed when I discover something interesting I become obsessed with that thing of interest. The spider is just one example.
I was reading Todd's post office saga and it reminded me about a documentary I watched not too long ago, Murder by Proxy: How America Went Postal
Here's the trailer.
Basically the managers and supervisors at the post office pushed the original workplace massacre perpetrator to his breaking point. The post office was a toxic place to work in the 80's and it doesn't sound much better now.
Great documentary. It's a little too anti-corporation but it gets you thinking. Not about perpetrating violence but more about the way you treat your co-workers. In one of the massacres the movie covers, a worker was spared because weeks before the crime she had asked the shooter about an operation he'd had. She had asked him how his recovery was going. That little bit of concern and interest probably saved her life.
I can't tell you how many times I've been snubbed by someone in a higher pay grade at work, when I held a door or said hello. I can see how it can get to a person. It's like a passive form of bullying.
Our local CBC station asked people to send in their "funny" camping stories. I submitted mine last week and forgot about it. Today they read it on the air and I won some contest - I had the choice between free passes to here:
Yeah that water park is basically meant for kids under 10. I've been with my nieces and nephews and it was fun for them but it's not something my husband and I need a family pass for.
The "funny" is debatable. They must have very few people entering their "funny story" contests because I have won two so far this year.
I will put the story here only because I like you guys. When she started reading it on the radio I left the room and went out in the backyard because it was so cringeworthy. Rob had to call me back in and tell me that I'd won. I'm no Stuart McLean, that's for sure.
I went camping for the first time as a Girl Guide when I was 10 years old. I had been "camping" before (sleeping bag and pup tent in a friend's backyard, sneaking back into the house at about 11 pm when the ground got too uncomfortable) but this was REAL camping. We were spending an entire weekend at Camp Tamawaby: six Girl Guides, two Girl Guide leaders, two tents, and tons of excitement. This was 1986, so there were no cellphones, iPods, or other forms of communication with the outside world. My friends and I were absolutely convinced that we were deep in the wilderness, cut off from civilization (if our leaders knew better, they didn't let on!) Like miniature Grizzly Adamses, we sallied forth into the wilderness, armed only with our wits and our Girl Guide handbook (and a couple of coolers full of food, a First Aid kit, firestarters, matches, and firewood. Be Prepared is the Girl Guide motto, after all).
Our first night there, all went well. We cooked hot dogs over the campfire, sang songs and roasted marshmallows, braved the outhouse and settled into our tents, smelling of bug spray and sunscreen.
Day Two began and we had some great adventures: hiking, doing crafts, singing songs, birdwatching - your regular Girl Guide activities. We even learned how to wash dishes in the Great Outdoors. However, by about 8 pm, it had begun to rain so our campfire was postponed and we all retired to our tents to get out of the downpour. It was starting to get dark, there wasn't much to do, so...
Out came the book of ghost stories.
The story that I recall the most involved a woman who mysteriously always wore a ribbon tied around her neck. When her new husband finally removed the ribbon - her head fell off. It seems ridiculous now, but at the time, it scared the heck out of this group of 10, 11, and 12 year olds.
Sufficiently creeped out, we were all trying to fall asleep when we heard it - the unmistakable scream of a woman. It came first from one direction and then from another, and it was utterly horrifying.
Terrified, we whispered to each other that we should try to get to our Guide Leaders' tent - they could protect us! No one was willing to leave the safety of our tent though, so there we all remained, frozen in our sleeping bags, listening to the screams continue to surround our tent for about fifteen minutes. Were they getting closer? Was it the headless ribbon woman? WAS SHE COMING FOR US?
Suffice it to say, there was little sleep to be had that night in the Girl Guide tent.
The next morning, we asked our guide leaders about the "screaming", and they chalked it up to "nature sounds" and "over-active imaginations". We all knew what we'd heard, though.
Cut to about 10 years later. I was on a nature hike/camping trip with some friends, enjoying the beautiful environment at Kejimkujik in Nova Scotia. We were sitting around our campfire late one evening when I heard it - the same horrifying screaming sound I'd heard years earlier. Memories came flooding back and I quickly told my fellow campers the story of the woman losing her head, and the blood-curdling screams she'd emitted at Camp Tamawaby all those years ago.
Instead of the looks of abject terror I'd been expecting, though, I saw smirks on their faces.
They informed me that the sound we'd just heard - and the sound I'd heard when I was 10 - were foxes, barking.
I felt silly, but was relieved to know that I wasn't being haunted by some headless lady. Today, I hear foxes much more often, as I'm sure we all do in PEI, with the growing fox population. While I'm glad to know what the sound is, I also still get a chill up my spine everytime I hear one, in remembrance of my terror as a 10 year old.
youtube.com/watch?v=UxLHUxzEoRU (here are some fox sounds, if you want to know what I'd been hearing).
This message has been edited by jeez_louise on Aug 7, 2012 8:45 PM
Great story! I remember the woman with the ribbon. She kept telling her husband not to take the ribbon off or he'd be sorry. And as her head rolled away she wailed, "I tollllllld you you'd be soorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry!!"
LOL @ Tam!
I remember the ribbon woman story as well. My sister used to tell it to me while we were snuggled in bed when we were little. That usually happened after our "guess what I'm writing in the air" game.
Congrats on the win!
So the radio host emailed me to find out which of the two prizes I wanted and in her email, she said "Thanks for a fantastic story. I've been frightened by the same noises but never thought to correlate them with a woman's head falling off (now it's all I'll think of)".
I wrote back not to worry about that lady, because come to think of it, how could she scream if her head was off? But now I remember the part where she bitched at her husband with her head off so thanks guys!