I used to be postierob – came so close to “going postal”
I loved delivering scrap paper that went straight in the bin.
I wish it did. You wouldn’t believe the amounts I get back, most of it ‘neatly*’ thrown into mail trays with ‘live’ mail, leaving me to sort it all out, wasting hours of my time.
I had sixteen trays full today, out of the seventy or so that were reasonably well sorted ‘live’ mail, and the rest that were just a mixture of campaigns, all thrown in together in an untidy mess. A total of a hundred today. And yesterday. Eighty on Tuesday. And a hundred and fifty or so on Monday. I’m sick to death of ‘RTS, Gone Away, Return To Sender’ on hundreds of bloody envelopes! There’s a bin, or a shredder available, bloody use it!
*that has an invisible /s after it.
Oh, and then there are the large envelopes, clearly addressed to someone in Epsom, Falkirk, or the Indian subcontinent, that are stuck into a tray of mail that’s all white DL envelopes, addressed to an industrial estate in Wiltshire.
And that come back to that address, over and over and over again.
The Indian address was the best, C5 envelope, bright pink, clearly addressed to somewhere in India, came back seven times over two weeks or so.
Sadly, the swear filter won’t allow me to actually give my opinion of the comprehension level of the goblin responsible for returning it to an address several thousand miles from the one written on the front.
…And breathe. 😀