Two more questions:
What is "the union" that everyone suggest I join on my induction day all about?
And why is there lots of talk about me needing loads of luck and entering hell?
Your opinion of the job will obviously vary according to your previous employment - in my case, I was working 12 hour night shifts in a plastics factory walking backwards and forwards between two machines all night, so I thought being a postie was quite a good job when I first started. Since then, however, it's all been downhill, as RM management incrementally change the job for the worse, gradually increasing the workload and eroding your terms and conditions while reciting a 'mail volume is dropping' mantra to try and hypnotise us into believing their bullshit and thereby justifying their increase of our workloads. But as someone else said, give it a few weeks before you decide if it for you or not.deekin wrote:Thanks for the replies on my other thread where I asked about what my induction day will be like. Now I know what to expect!
Two more questions:
What is "the union" that everyone suggest I join on my induction day all about?
And why is there lots of talk about me needing loads of luck and entering hell?Am I just being naive in a new-boy sort of way but my local postman, for example, looks very merry and enjoying delivering her mail. I feel like I will also enjoy being out there.
I can relate to all of this, except the baby whale.General Mannerheim wrote:It will be a breeze for you,the job is a piece of piss.....you spend all day with your bag flapping in the wind with your two bundles of mail, your full uniform (Waterproof coat,fleece,spare trousers,luminous coat,hat,water bottle,spare socks and a baby whale)in the other bit of your bag.
You will have ages to talk to everybody,merrily waving to Mrs.Granny Smith as you deliver her Ceramic Figurines magazine whilst her nice bull mastiff greets you with a smile as `he likes postmen`.
You will also be called on to rescue old biddies out of a burning building,change the tyre on anybody who needs it,know the whereabouts of a parcel sent from Australia two days ago and know every house number within a 50 mile radius so the gormless brickie in his van can ask you where it is when your fighting off the said earlier bull mastiff.
If you get to be really good and survive you might get offered a job in management,this is a truely great moment in anybody`s life where you get to wander around with either a clipboard looking gormless or hold onto a yorkie trying to look busy or hold a coffee cup,sometimes if your really good at it you can do all three.
Hope this helps.
I work for The Courier.clashcityrocker wrote: Where the f**k do you work?
Excellent. I will be going to Papua New Guinea over the holidays to look for rare and endangered species but what I'm more interested in is getting a picture of " me and my Courier in exotic places " in the paper.General Mannerheim wrote:I work for The Courier.clashcityrocker wrote: Where the f**k do you work?