I worked there a quarter a century ago and I wish they hadn't made the work so hard. If it was just "make work" they should have made it a lot easier than bending, carrying and sorting parcels from midnight to nine AM. This otherwise unemployable drone would have appreciated a soft day job in a dust-free air conditioned office.
Ummmm, yeah. Like my present carrier that can't figure out what "suspend delivery" means. Or those drones in the Cleveland, Ohio distribution center that play cards all night while 10% of the people there do 90% of the work. Or that certain ethnic "supervisor" that followed my carrier around 10 years ago, analyzing a route that hadn't changed since the 1950s.
I have no grudge against the ones that do their work, but there are a lot of folks in the postal service that think that their paycheck is a welfare check. At one time, potential employees were judged solely on their performance on tests and tasks that related to the job. Today, their gender, race, and military status have more to do with their being hired than their potential as an actual employee.
I love the post office and I love my mailman. He brings me my Netflix movies, and my craft supplies, and my puzzle magazines....
:)