The Pony took a week off in celebration of our birthdays. We had planned two casino trips, but only made one, due to the weather forecast. Of course those dastardly TV meteorologists hyped up a storm that turned out to be nothing. Cheating us out of the second trip.
The Pony had told his office that he might be able to help out some of the days he had scheduled off. Once we saw the forecast, and knew Farmer H's plans, The Pony indeed went in to work.
"I felt really bad. They gave me my own route. I was only planning to work until 1:00. So I had to drive over to Backroads, then back to the post office to meet the person who was relieving me, and transfer the mail. Then that person had to drive to Backroads to deliver it. I felt bad for getting paid just to drive there and back. I had thought they would give me one of the Sis-Town routes."
Oh, Pony. You sweet summer child. You are still ON THE CLOCK while you are driving to where you can start delivering the mail. That should not be free labor for the post office.
The Pony is a good egg. So unusual for one of his generation, worrying about getting paid for actual time on the job!
2 comments:
The Pony is a VERY good egg. You did well Mama Hen.
River,
Thank you so much! I did the best I knew how.
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