The dream I had – 4 years ago or so – where I saw the post office fall apart and cease to exist (or the need for it). I knew we had made it and were at the end. We tore the mail box off the house and threw it in the pile of no-longer-needed-junk we had gathered prior to use leaving this place and going someplace new.
Most every day now I am seeing people complain here locally how they aren’t receiving mail. It’s a growing problem spreading throughout the city – quickly now. And I am feeling like a giddy child seeing it happen. I know our local PO can’t find enough people. Used to be there was a waiting list just to go through the process to see if you WERE eligible. Saw a story online of a woman who has worked for her PO for over 25 years. She said morale is way down – they no longer screen applicants – can’t find people willing to work or stick around – and it feels like she is getting beat up mentally and emotionally every day. Highly politicized and toxic environment.
Another thing to add to this ~ stores unable to hire or keep staff. Today at pick up, the clerk was overwhelmed and said she was the only one doing online order fulfillment. Mate asked her why not call in more personnel. “There aren’t any” she said. This particular store has had help wanted signs for months. In the past? Yeah, a sign would be up for a couple of weeks and be removed. Seems when we visit stores we’re often seeing new people.
Again – it’s a challenge to go through this – but when I see an actual dream manifesting “out there”, I will be found doing a happy dance saying “everything’s going to be ok”.
Love,
V.
