Who saw the video of the postal worker driving over the front lawn to chuck mail on the porch because she was too lazy to walk fifteen feet up the sidewalk? If you're a postal worker, don't bother raising your hand; we already know you're too lazy.
My former stepfather-in-law worked for the post office. He used to say it was the cushiest job he ever had, and that says a lot from a one-time town selectman. He used to complain all the time, too. "They actually expect me to SORT MAIL." Yeah, Dan, that's kind of how it works, buddy.
But this... this video is just insane. First of all, the dumb bitch was too lazy to even get into her uniform. Lest you think the video is a joke, the local post office has already apologized for the woman's behavior. The video shows this lumbering moron toddle out of the mail truck after she has maneuvered and re-maneuvered the vehicle to be exactly in line with the front steps, half on the asphalt and half on the lawn. The lawn, you know, where the sprinkler system is. Her pinkness, for she is wearing a fluorescent pink shirt, isn't even mildly close to the regulated light blue required by the USPS. But hey, she wasn't planning on actually exiting the mail truck at all today, so who cares that she's still in her Princess Cinderella nightshirt.
In the video, it takes this USPS driver three tries to pull up to the porch and just as many to back out again. This really shouldn't be so complicated a process. After all, she's not being scored on her routine; a simple dismount followed by about a dozen steps would've done the trick.
We talk about the government shutdown, and we talk about essential versus nonessential employees and we have a high unemployment rate and we have rampant cases of nepotism in the government job sector. The least thing this woman, this lazy employee can do, is get off her bulbous ass and walk back and forth to her mail truck.
Hey, lazy USPS woman, you pull that shit at my house, you'd better be prepared to meet my security team, Smith & Wesson. No, that's not a threat. Let's just pretend those are the names of my really, really vicious guinea pigs.
And there is great wonder about why many of us don't give one flying shit if some of these hacks never go back to work.