Is this a joke? 🤡 📬

Today I wasted 45 minutes of my precious morning walking over to USPS to play some more childish games. If you saw my update on the status of my 8+ year career with USPS post, then you already know that mentally I am done with the place. However, it was beginning to look like they had no idea what to do with somebody like me who was willing to rebel against their foolish ruleset. Turns out they are moving a bit quicker than I imagined they would, not bad for an ancient snail who often takes several days to get a piece of paper two blocks down the street.

This morning I had another official meeting that differed very little from my previous one. I was asked a series of nearly identical questions that I was also asked on Monday morning. The only difference was that I had a different union rep sitting next to me this time. The union is not going to do a thing for me, so it is not like it matters who was sitting beside me. This is despite the fact that I've been shelling out a bit over $30 from every single one of my paychecks for 8+ years now. That is well over $6,000 by the way.

I was told that the union and USPS are in agreeance with their stance on mandating masks once again. If we circle back to the idiocracy that I mentioned in my previous post, I am technically disobeying a direct order. There is nothing the union will do for somebody who refuses to obey supervision. I was actually told by the union that the best course of action for me was to agree to wear a mask and then file a formal complaint afterward. The resolution process would take months if I did that. By the time anything was actually done about it, the silly mask mandate would probably already have ended anyways.

There was no way in hell I was going to take that path. It's literally like me being told to jump from a tower and accept my duties. Then after I reluctantly agreed to do so and already had broken my legs, I could then go and file a complaint. That is not going to do a damn thing for the fact that my legs were shattered! Just like wearing a mask temporarily isn't going to keep me from being furious every single day about having to do something that I feel is not right.

By the end of this second official disciplinary meeting, I was asked to leave my job once again. It is as if they think I actually care that I am not welcomed there anymore. This time I was told that I would be placed in a non-pay status. This means I cannot use my sick/vacation leave to continue to be paid while I sit at home and they take their sweet time figuring out how they want to fire me.

I just lost my $55,000 annual pay, here in West Virginia that is considered a pretty solid salary. This amount may not seem like a lot, but it is what I have scathed by on for the last 8 years. I usually bring home a check for about $1,300 every two weeks. However, I have at least $20,000 taken out of my pay each year by way of taxes, union dues, and insurance. I'm basically getting raped on a daily by USPS. I have been dedicating 8-9 hours daily to something that I care little to nothing about, all for some mere pocket change and the ability to barely get by. I'm just not okay with that anymore, I wish to do more than simply coast through the finish line in second to last place.

I am looking forward to getting a call or a letter in the mail from USPS telling me that I am no longer an employee of theirs. Little do they know, all they are doing is giving me the key to the lock that has been so tightly around my freedom ever since I quit college.

To anyone that is worried about my future, don't be. This is the most confident I have been in myself, perhaps in my entire life. I have trained to win since childhood, whether it be with sports, school, video games, or whatever else I'm involved with. I won't let myself become a failure and thankfully have alternative methods of finding a way to live a sustainable life.

Hive is my rocket fuel and the community is my space station. I will not fail my mission to find a place to live on another planet outside of the slowly decaying ecosystem of USPS. If it means going without something that I am used to here and there, so be it. I have a very strong feeling, however, that I will find new things to explore and care about now that I am not breathing in the toxic oxygen that is USPS. I'm headed towards abundance, not a life of scarcity.

If I didn't have a place to share all of this that is going on, I may not be enjoying this whole ride so much. I feel like I am on the oldest wooden roller coaster and I'm just waiting until I can finally get off the ride.

Thank you so much to everyone that has been showing me massive support through all of this. May that be my parents, my @flowerbaby, or this one-of-a-kind community here on Hive. I cannot begin to express the gratitude I have for those in my life who actually care and know how I feel on the inside. The world is a place full of savages, if you get lucky enough to find a tribe that is willing to care for you... Never let that slip away!