Its that time again.. I always pull out my Christmas OT poem about this time every year.. I wrote this a few years ago, but nothing ever changes..
Twas the day after Christmas overtime
and all around my case
were piles and piles of catalogs
with not an inch of floor in the place
I peered through the piles, looking for “the man”
expecting him there with my time sheet in hand
But what did my wandering eyes did appear
Only a clerk with more piles did appear
I started to case as fast as I could
Knowing my haste would do me no good
Piles and piles continued to appear
quickly dousing my holiday cheer
Then out on the dock there arose such a clatter
I ran outside to see what was the matter
A big truck, on the side said USPS
The driver grabbed a buggy to unload all the mess
There were phonebooks, and samples, along with Advo
The buggy was filled and starting to overflow
“The man” pulled up in his assigned place
He looked an me and said “Get back in your case”
He said he could rest now Christmas overtime was done
With an evil laugh he snarled, your day has just begun
The mail must go, every piece every day
It cant sit on the floor, get it out of our way
I asked cant I have aux help or Overtime
He told me I surely had lost my mind
Christmas Overtime is over, you know how it works
Just face your case and stay the course
I cased and cased until my back started to spasm
Never seeing an end to this flat chasm
I asked please, please can I get on the street
He said OK, you have a dispatch truck to meet
I loaded up my vehicle as quick as I could
Ended up having to tie some up on the hood
Dont block your field of vision, the man cried out
You know how important safety is, he added with a shout
Dont miss that truck, he said in a threatening manner
If I have to drive mail to the plant, I’ll drop the hammer
What if it gets dark while I’m delivering the mail
Turn on your dome light, Alaskans arent that frail
I shoved mail in the boxes as fast as I could
Driving faster than I really should
I made it back without a minute to spare
“The man” was there sitting in his chair
I’ve already worked 12 hours today
He said “suck it up” you’ll be ok
Come in early tomorrow to get a head start
Teamwork is important, you need to play your part
As he sat at his desk, with his coffee cup in hand
I wondered if he had a clue that I could barely stand
He stood up and said , he was too tired to talk
All those emails he has to read, make him too tired to walk
I signed out, so my hours he could track
while he sat there patting himself on the back
I headed out the door with a look of disgust
With only one thought in mind “Christmas Overtime sucks”
A Ruralinfo.net original 😉