Brother 1942 was in the air force and when he finished his tour, started working at the post office. I applied for a job there in 1983 while I was between jobs. I studied for the tests (I recall it was addresses and zip codes, etc...) and I believe I did well but I did not get called.
In 1986 I was living in VA Beach. I had a full time job and health benefits. Things were going well. My Mom (I think) got word to me that the Post office called and gave me a phone number to call. They had a part time position (midnights) with no benefits for two years. I mean the post office was a pretty good place to work (back then). I was thinking who can wait three years to get called for a part time job with no benefits available for a couple of years? Not me. I remained in VA Beach about two more years until my relationship ended and I returned to Ohio and continued working in technology.
I am reading a book by Stephen Starring Grant who delivered mail in his old home town after graduating, earning a degree and working in Europe and big cities in the US. He grew up in Appalachian Southwest Virginia. He needed a job. It didn't pay a lot but did offer benefits and he had a family. Between brother 1942's stories, sister 1949's stories and this author - I'm kind of glad my opportunity with the USPS did not work out.
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I can see where there would be plusses and minuses to working there. These days I would guess more minuses.
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