My supervisor told me today that I was almost the only carrier that was "getting it right." This, after my most unproductive months ever. Somehow I always thought succeeding in my career would be more fulfilling.
When I got home today, though, I had a letter from "Selection, Evaluation and Recognition" in the Postal Service. I thought, hmm, I've worked there almost 30 years, and finally I'm going to be recognized.
"Dear Postal Employee," it began, "If you are a registered sex offender..."