by Occult Fan
I love my local post office workers. They are just great. Every time you call them they’re helpful, but that’s just the tip of the awesomeberg. I for one have a great rapport with our apartment’s postal worker, M**. She has a birthday just around ten days before mine, so we’re not only the same sign (I’m a cusp however), but we share the same affection for seeing one another out and about. See I walk dogs so once I get to certain places at certain times of day, our paths often cross — but far before that I had it in my head to always observer her birthday with a small gift or card or balloon, and of course Christmas as well, in similar fashion. It’s these kind of things that make life worth living in a way, the little kindnesses which connect us all, since we are all connected anyways, by the force of compassion.
Not only do I find that this makes life better and that I Just Like Doing It, but it carries over to how I experience the entire industry of postal workers as well in a way, but it culd be that I just like the postal employees. My Uncle Matt (blessed be his departed soul) was even a postal employee in a town two over from ours for a point. So it’s even in my family, I suppose! There’s also the apartment complex where I walk dogs, I have become friends with M**** over there, who does the ENTIRE COMPLEX. It takes the entire work day to do this one place, and he is a trooper and I love the guy. Same for B** who does a different route. We like to talk conspiracy. He even gave me a book on them! But that book being mostly distraction anyways, the idea is that we bonded over something just as humans should.
There’s also J*** who I see at the office pretty much each time I’m there, and I am glad for it each time. He’s such a swet person and he makes me happy with his good attitude. He appreciates my Pink Floyd references, too, and that helps always! Even today when I called regarding the information of purchasing my passport (going to take a small trip in a few months) he gave the information like a pro, and was super helpful by making all the things necessary clear, and it was just like I was there with him, but it was over the phone – I wonder if he knew that it was me? Next time I see him, I’ll let him know.
So this was just a quick note to say how great my experience has been with the postal workers in my town and how much I think they deserve our respect. I don’t need to get in to the fact they are out there on Saturdays even, or that they have to work outside in the rain and snow and sleet and asteroids (?), and yes, I know they are ‘civil servants’ with job security and they’ve traded some of their freedom to be so, if one sees it this way, hard to compare a post office worker say to, Freeman who is totally rad and inspires me to travel my career in his polarity versus that of civil servant’s, but we all play roles in this game, and in the current structure, these good human beings are often over-looked, though not by all, for there are other ‘mes’ out there…
Suffice to say that they are generally genuinely good-hearted people, most often humble and attentive, and they are far more in number of this sort than any which is not as kind or polite, in fact I have zero stories personally of having anything other than a warm, pleasant and uplifting experience with regards to our good United States Postal Workers, and I felt so moved by this fact as to take up the cause of writing it down here to share with you today.
Peace be with you always.
Nathan Miller Foster
aka Occult Fan