<story><title>Floyd Martin retires after nearly 35 years as a mailman tomorrow</title><url>https://twitter.com/Jennifer__Brett/status/1131298044010483712</url></story><parent_chain></parent_chain><comment><author>mcflibbles</author><text>I worked as a postman for a bit.  I&amp;#x27;d wake up at 0430, make a short commute, then sort letters into street&amp;#x2F;house number order for something like 3 hours. After the first few days this became mindnumbingly dull. It was obvious 90% of what I was about to deliver would go straight in the bin so all this drudgery wad largely pointless. For a while I worked in a pretty rough area (by UK standards, admittedly nowhere in the UK is really that dangerous compared to much of the world), and on several occasions I was harassed by members of the public. Though later I worked in a much nicer area and people were nice to me.&lt;p&gt;I suspect the main thing about the story isn&amp;#x27;t how great it is to be a mailman, but how great it is to be good at people. I work from home and live in quite a nice community, but I only know a handful of people. This is basically because unless I have a common interest with someone I don&amp;#x27;t really have anything to say for myself. Clearly not something that afflicts Floyd!</text></comment>
<story><title>Floyd Martin retires after nearly 35 years as a mailman tomorrow</title><url>https://twitter.com/Jennifer__Brett/status/1131298044010483712</url></story><parent_chain></parent_chain><comment><author>nemo1618</author><text>Stories like this make you question whether it&amp;#x27;s worth being paid all this money to spend your life staring at a screen in a climate-controlled cube solving abstract problems that provide approximately zero benefit to your family, friends, and neighbors.</text></comment>