There is one government agency that we, the public, have absolutely no say in who runs it, who works for it, how it is run, or how the money is spent. It is a completely autonomous and highly corrupt institution. I know. I used to work for it. And I was harassed and discriminated against for five years until they successfully forced me to surrender to their illegal (yet hard to prove due to their crimes of falsifying government documents, which is a crime in itself) activities. I even suffered a stroke two days before my employment ended, and the doctor(s) said the stroke was caused by the stress of the job.
Have you figured out, yet, what this agency is? The United States Postal Service.
The very first problem I had with the USPS was when a delivery supervisor physically struck me on the workroom floor. Have you ever heard of “Going Postal”? Of course, you have. Well, you have if you are older than 20.
Physical violence was, and probably still is, such a dreaded fear in the Postal Service that even just telling a joke about it can get an employee immediately terminated. Even if you just UTTERED those two words while on the clock you’d be in very hot water! In the 90’s, several postal employees killed supervisors and coworkers by shooting them to death. The question that was not really addressed was, “Why did those employees ‘go postal’? That was something the Postal Service fought hard to keep secret, and they’ve been successful at keeping that secret.
I’ve written a very telling/revealing book about my experiences as a Letter Carrier for the Postal Service, and am trying to find a publisher with enough courage or similar hatred for the Postal Service to publish it.
Every word in the book is the absolute truth. I write about physical violence, falsifying government documents, perjury, racial discrimination, theft of mail, failure to deliver the mail, harassment, persecution, supervisors lying and filing false charges against labor employees, and on and on.
It is a very scandalous book, which takes on the Postal Service much like David took on Goliath. I, however, am still waiting to get the book in bookstores or online in various formats.
Two days before my resignation would take effect, I suffered a TIA (transient ischemic attack, otherwise known as a mini-stroke). The doctors at University Hospital did not understand why I had the stroke. I was not overweight, did not have diabetes, did not have high cholesterol or high blood pressure. I then told them about my job as a Union Steward for the Postal Service and how my carotid arteries would ache on the way home and when I slept I gnashed my teeth.
“Ah,” said they. Stress kills. Really, it does. Too much stress can cause you to have a stroke, and I was lucky to have had just a mini-stroke. It could have been much worse. I did have lingering after-effects for many years, but now they are just a bad memory—just like my time as a USPS employee.