Respecting Postal Employees:
I had to go a long way away from home to take care of a sick person. Accordingly, the work was not planned, the money was cut, but it was decided that the necessary will be sent by mail to the mother - there were no other options. And I apologize, dear disgusting ones, but I just had to endure close sexual contact with our mail for almost 2 years, and you, dear disgusting ones, actively and purposefully fucking my brain and nervous system. One of the packages never arrived, in another - instead of a leather jacket sent by a mother to her sick son, there was an open package of cheap caramel (precisely by weight), in another - instead of shoes - four packs of refined sugar... I can still list, if you want! In an attempt to upset one of you, the disgusting mailers, made it clear to me that this divine organization is not engaged in listening to complaints, and I can leave my dissatisfaction with myself. So here is the question: What kind of shit should I respect you and what work do you talk about? Is it so hard to steal from the mail?