As Charles Bukowski showed us in his gritty novel Post Office, being a postal worker can sometimes suck. Your forced to deal with people that you might not WANT to deal with, and sometimes, you do it with a hangover, which makes people-dealing just a little bit harder. And this morning... I left a letter and a Netflix envelope in the post box. I go to get the mail at 3 PM and find it full of the good stuff: bills, letters, and two months worth of Wired magazine.
And what else do I find the post box?
The goddamn letter and Netflix envelope... FUCK!
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