JackTales

Whew! It’s been a while since I posted. There’s been major changes at work, so I’ve been scrambling to keep up.

Four weeks ago, our other supervisor went on vacation for two weeks, so I had to work two weeks without a day off.

Then, our Station Manager got a detail in Renton (I’m in Federal Way). Lot’s of rumors surrounding that, but whatever the reason, bottom line, she ain’t here no more. And I got to work another two weeks without a day off.

Now, the new Acting Manager starts Monday, so I go another week without a day off to help her get acclimated. AND our other supervisor is detailed to another station.

Somewhere, in the space of a few months, and over the years, through attrition or other reasons, I became the senior management member of the three stations. That’s a really creepy thought. The upshot is that the station I’m at is only 5-6 miles from my house, so I save a hell of a lot of money in gas. That means a lot considering I drive a Caddy with a V8.

I’ve got a work-related video I’ll post as soon as I get it uploaded.

In the meantime, I leave you with the Guinea Pig Olympics.

Here’s an update to my top 10 Flickr photos. I took the Bettie Page collection out as they glutted my top 10. I have no idea why a picture of my elementary school is so popular. If you can’t see a photo, you may need to log into Flickr, go to http://www.flickr.com/account/prefs/safesearch/?from=privacy, and turn your SafeSearch off. The first of these pictures has been flagged as Restricted.

1. Up the skirt photo
2. Gas prices
3. Car crash
4. Hurricane
5. Frank and his girlfriend
6. Leather Wolf Mask
7. 3 Stooges
8. Tornado
9. 1969-1970 Holland Elementary
10. Brass Street Sweeper

Remember when I told you that you should never mail things that you probably don’t want to get into trouble for?

Well, it turns out the package contained drugs. Not just any drugs, but heroin. I contacted the DEA and Inspection Service when we got the package. A drug sniffing dog verified the contents.

The day of delivery, the postal inspectors determined the normal time the mail would be delivered, which was about 2:00 pm. They showed up around 11:30, and started getting ready. It looked like a party was going on in our parking lot, with about 20 people hanging out, yakking to each other. They were all dressed in civvies, and I thought, “This is it?”

All was fun and games until it started to get around 1:30. At this point, flack jackets, automatic weapons, and a battering ram all emerged. It looked like Inspection Service, DEA, state troopers, and maybe the FBI were all involved. The postal inspector borrowed a uniform and one of our trucks. After this was all said and done, off they went.

About two hours later most of the folks came back, and ditched their work gear, and took off. The postal inspectors hung out for a while processing paperwork.

I finally had to ask, “Well, did you get him?” My terse answer was, “Yeah, we got him.” I was afraid to pry for more details.

So ends the saga of the mystery package.

You know it’s a bad thing when you have two Federal agencies looking for a package sent to someone’s house. The DEA and Inspection Service are looking for a specific package. Can’t say who or what, but someone should’ve considered a different shipping service. I’ll let you know if this resolves itself…

Hmm…I took a look at my server logs, and it appears that someone’s been tracking me down. Well, hi someone, whoever you are. :::waving:::

Meanwhile, try the Postmaster’s Challenge!