Going Postal 2002

Going Postal 2002


Did I tell you about the time that I taught diversity at the Postal Service in Milwaukee and was assaulted by one of the participants, a janitor? And then, I had 2 uniformed federal marshals guarded my door for 7 days, and I had an undercover FBI agent in my class each day? Oh well, and someone stole my credit cards? Seems that my boss forgot to tell me there had been a double murder and 1 suicide there the week before with someone going postal---all that for $400.00 a day, so I guess driving in the sludge this Dec. 16, 2005, wasn't so bad in comparison--even though my bronchitis is still acting up and driving me crazy--On my honor I will do my best to do my duty to God and to my country (oh, never mind, that was my boy scout pledge--you remember Boy scouts, that's where Robby Br---- peed in a Beer Can and made another guy and me drink it--luckily the other guy went first, so when it was handed to me, I threw it to the ground and told him to piss off---get the pun? Anyway, I can't believe that every NE county in Georgia closed school today and I had to drive to work in sleet and slush in the dark just to be here on time; and can you believe, one of the administrators called a 7:45 meeting for all HS teachers this am----nor rain nor sleet nor snow, will keep me from school or your party---no wait, that's the postal service------my one guest could be my good friend PHLEM, you know, Mucus Welby’s son. At any rate, how could I miss the possibility of this annual gathering with the big screen slide show of me dressed as George Michael at Halloween? And how could I miss seeing Todd F call me Bob F , and Miss Sherri saying "hey ya'll", and Ciara giving me big hugs with the "t" word, and saying the Irish "shiet" every other moment; that is before of course, the courtly guests arrive from Alfredo--good cheer and good company--I hope to be well enough to be there---I guess I could wear a surgical mask and keep the germs away from everyone. Kicklighter could bring me one.