Senior postmen

[Nondescript]

Gilly, you can take it, sure you can.

You can take it because you got no choice. How'd you like to spend 48 hours of it lyin' in some muddy ditch... with nothing but the rotten corpses
of your friends to keep you company?

I was in 'Nam back in '72. I was trapped behind enemy lines with my entire squad dead. They thought they had killed everyone.

Except for me, they was right.

But it wasn't for their lack of tryin'. A grenade blew up right beside me.

That's why I'm so pretty.

And they started pushin' all them bodies in on top of me... and all I could do was lay there,

play possum... listen to the enemy joke, laugh.

Hour after hour after hour

I lay--

So I finally climbed out of this hole... and I sneaked up on the enemy while he was sleepin'... and I killed one, two, three, four, five--

When I came to my senses.. I realized I'd killed an entire V.C. squad single-handed. There was blood... and chunks of yellow flesh clinging to my post-it peg..

..And then I woke up

[bogstandard]

Why do senior postmen go home and not back to the office to return specials and the Queens mail?

why not challenge it at your workplace, you may discover information that would make anyone and everyone suspicious. However in order to not appear to be on a mission drop the word senior. The art of depression is to focus on the negative, regardless. I'm not suggesting you are depressed but that there is a specific focus or target ie seniority or one senior postperson in particular.

[scoobydo79]

Why do senior postmen go home and not back to the office to return specials and the Queens mail?

Thats interesting.Its the junior young blokes that do this in My office.

[bigbazza]

Gilly, you can take it, sure you can.

You can take it because you got no choice. How'd you like to spend 48 hours of it lyin' in some muddy ditch... with nothing but the rotten corpses
of your friends to keep you company?

I was in 'Nam back in '72. I was trapped behind enemy lines with my entire squad dead. They thought they had killed everyone.

Except for me, they was right.

But it wasn't for their lack of tryin'. A grenade blew up right beside me.

That's why I'm so pretty.

And they started pushin' all them bodies in on top of me... and all I could do was lay there,

play possum... listen to the enemy joke, laugh.

Hour after hour after hour

I lay--

So I finally climbed out of this hole... and I sneaked up on the enemy while he was sleepin'... and I killed one, two, three, four, five--

When I came to my senses.. I realized I'd killed an entire V.C. squad single-handed. There was blood... and chunks of yellow flesh clinging to my post-it peg..

..And then I woke up