Your depression is connected to your
insolence
And your refusal to praise. If a man or
woman is
On the path, and refuses to praise — that
man or woman
Steals from others every day — in fact is a shoplifter!
~ Rumi
Sometimes she comes into work and her head of white hair is matted in back partly combed. Maybe she just got out of bed.
I doubt it though. She raises sheep, cows, has lots of cats, takes care of her mother-n-,law in the house next door.
One time she told me when she fires up her leaf blower to blow the cobwebs away in her basement the cats will disappear for a day.
Another time she told me she tried to tell her husband their financial situation would be ok, that was before she found him behind the pole barn dead with a self inflicted bullet wound to the head.
Sometimes we get to talking about her family's history when we should be working. Her grandparents were harassed by the Gestapo back in their homeland. She says the job reminds her of the stories they told. Management oversight and the tracking scanners we carry.
Everybody's got their job to do
Sometimes she'll say what they say about safety is all lies. We're just busy bodies. Then we'll laugh together about our lack of freedom.
We work at the same pace her and I. We leave about the same time and are usually the last ones back. Nobody wants to be the last to leave and return in the office, but we're usually the ones that do.
We're a service, not an assembly line putting out products.
We're both approaching 20 years with the Post Office. Where did the time go?!
Hope you enjoyed this piece of praise for my fellow postal worker. The world of work is wonderius at times.
Fire 167.
3.19.25
