The Death of The Postal Service...opinion

Salcha, Alaska 99714...post office

The Times They Are Achangin',  Bob Dylan so wisely sang years ago.  In the postal service, these have become drastic.

What many people do not know, there are no tax dollars supporting the postal service, yet many business solutions must be approved by Congress.  Up until the general population turned to electronic communication, it was no problem.  The USPS was able to support itself.  Now, many people pay bills on line and instead of writing letters, quickly email friends and family.  This has caused a severe drop in the volume of mail and developed a dire need to restructure the postal system.

People retire and they do not fill the positions.  Nation wide, the postal service is working short-handed as they scramble to realign this national system.  Presently, 3700 offices are being "looked at" for possible closure...and this is just the first round. Talk of a five day delivery week is in the works and will result in the loss of many jobs.

The closure of small offices is the next solution.  Just this week in my area, a post office received one call and that evening, the office was closed.

I have worked thirty-seven years for the postal service.  I have witnessed many improvements and severe decline.

I can only hope the job lasts and when I do retire, if I have a job to retire from, there are retirement benefits left.

Yes, Mr Dylan, the times they are achangin'.  Letter writing is a lost art...and with that loss, so may the postal service be lost, too.

Hey Day...

at work and hay day at home.  Christmas has reached the postal service!  I think every one in town and the surrounding counties had items to mail yesterday and that is good...job security.

I love email but there is something special about getting real mail, not bills, not flyers, but a real, honest-to-goodness handwritten note from someone.  Knowing that someone took the time to send it, makes all the difference in the world. 

Letter writing is a lost art in a time when the world is at our fingertips.  Remember the joy of mail and drop someone a note just to let them know you're thinking of them.

That was not a paid advertisement for the postal service!  I just remember the joy when that was the main way to communicate. 

On the unemployment front, my brother-in-law asked me today how it felt be married to a bum.  I said, no difference, he stills sleeps in the same recliner.

I have to brag on Hubby.  He has worked on duct work, pieces that needed repair and on a few other things under the house...too cold to be fencing.  I am presently sitting close to a vent that wasn't quite warming me yesterday, today my body is warm!  Thank you, my poor unemployed bum of a husband.  I haven't had to give him a honey-do list yet! 

I can't wait to see what he does next!!