I work SO hard, build up an excellent reputation, just to destroy it all again with one stupid nervous breakdown.

It started already this morning. So much mail. So much ads. So many catalogues. Unemployment benefit money, loads of letters that needed to be signed. When I left the post office, I was already completly overworked.

All went well in the area at the beginning, until it got hotter and hotter and hotter. The sun burning down on the concrete. My face got completly sun burned by the way. My area is so big, that by the time I get to the last 50 blocks, I can hardly walk anymore.

I get to the last few blocks, and suddenly a bunch of people go mad at me. One after the other. This is not my first year delivering mail. I have taken a lot of shit from a lot of people. But I hate to be shouted at like I am a 3 year old, I really hate when people think they are something better, and I absolutely detest to be blamed for something I just couldnt know, or didnt do. I especially hate all three when it is burning hot, when I can hardly walk anymore and when I carry a lot of heavy stuff.

I get to the post office and completly brake down. Nothing could be more embarrassing.
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