Strange Notations From a Laborious Life

We have arrived at the start of another working week.
Everyone at Australia Post seems to be feeling the accumulated effects of bad management and morale has plummeted, not that it has ever been high, and it is becoming a real slog to get through to Christmas.
Our sad, pathetic supervisor seems to look and act more wretched everyday and I have come to dread asking him how he is because he is nearly always wallowing in self pity and looks to be on the verge of self immolation.
He is his own worst enemy though. There is really no future in treading the depths of despair as he seems to and life actually is a lot better than he seems to recognize.
He is clearly a depressed soul and I do occasionally worry about him.
You can only give people so much advice and if they choose to ignore it then you can only stand by and watch the slow motion car wreck occur in front of your eyes.
Now I don’t claim to be a pyschologist or have any insight into the frailties of the human mind but I have a bit of experience in wandering the corridors of misery, feeling depressed, frustrated and coping with unrequited love as he has for twenty years. I came through on the other side and I feel able to cope with my life at AP even though it bores me senseless and this does at times affect my “out of work” life.
Talking to this fellow though is like talking to a post and he continues down the same path relentlessly and is getting himself into a sorry state. So be it. There is only so much a friend can do for someone who thinks they know it all.
That being said the journey to my annual leave at the end of the year is becoming a bit of a road to perdition. At least if feels like it.
With all the talk about what is going to happen in the future, the parcel centre, changing of shifts, cutting of overtime and no progress seemingly being made and no real information being given to us,it is becoming a very exasperating existence at work and the disdain in which the management is held by all and sundry grows by the day.
The management complain about the staff, the lack of efficiency and work ethic yet fail to see that they are a big part of the problem. None is so blind as they who cannot see.
In a few years I can see it will only be the lowest ends of society who will work in mail centres and such places. Those who can’t find work anywhere else and with dwindling union numbers it is unlikely that these poor sods will ever be cut an even break by an increasingly conservative management. I hope I’m not there to see the degradation of a once proud entity.
Working at the mail centre has never been physically hard. Maybe being young, fit and healthy has made my life there easy if not monotonous.
But just lately I have been starting to feel the physical effects of standing on concrete floors for twenty four years, tipping mail bags for hours on end and it seems a bit of a toll on my body is starting to emerge.
My feet and ankles are permanently sore and my back and knees have definite twinges in them and I feel these little pinpricks in my body more markedly than ever before. Time to look at doing something more creative in life for sure.
But as I said, we just have to get through to Christmas. Then life will be free and easy for a while and the mental strain that is currently handicapping all of us at CMC may lift for a while. It will for me in anycase.
Of course life isn’t as bad as I am making it out to be. I’m enjoying myself for the most part and the eight hours a day I spend processing mail is just one part of my life. It’s just a shame that it sometimes has such a huge effect on the other parts! Have a good week.