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Can You Remember ?


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Can You Remember ?

8 Jun 2012 10:54PM   Views : 531 Unique : 383

It is possible, but by no means certain, that you may be able to remember when the Royal Mail used to deliver mail in the morning.
I struggle to remember such Utopian events, but if my memory is deficient, my imagination remains rampant.
I'm sure I can remember a time when you could almost set your clock by :-
the milkman
the postman, or
the newspaper boy.
(I can even remember the baker, with his horse and cart. Leonard, was his name. And (as a young boy) I admired him enormously, because wherever he was, if he whistled, his horse would come trotting down the road, towing its cart, to where he was.)
Each turned up at almost exactly the same time each morning, come rain or shine; hell or high water.
And part of the pride of their job was in knowing that you could rely upon them, to not only deliver their own particular commodity and service, but also to do it with such courteous efficiency and regularity that you instinctively knew that if you saw one of them at a particular spot on their round, you were either on time for work, or late. And, be assured of a cheery 'Good Morning'.

But now ~ the postman turns up at any time during daylight hours. (maybe)
He may arrive a 8:45am: but that is very unlikely.
He may condescend to ram an assortment of unassociated junk (in accompaniment with a letter addressed to yourself, your wife or a family member) through your letterbox at anytime during the course of the morning: but never at the same time on two consecutive mornings.
Or, he may, weather and social commitments permitting, stroll around during the afternoon.

Now please don't imagine that I am having a go at the individual postman.
I may not be particularly bright, but I am sufficiently au fait with the current order of things to recognise that such diabolical ineptitude and inefficiency has only emerged with the advent of 'management'.
In the days when things worked efficiently, managers organised the work programmes and allowed the workforce to implement in an efficient manner.
Nowadays, such woeful stupidity is unacceptable to a management structure that has no idea what it is doing, where or how it is doing it, or what it is doing which prevents it from being in any manner, efficient.

So the postman turns up at any time. Or alternatively, not at all.
They deliver parcels subject to a different process to the mail that they deliver.
That this necessitates two deliveries to the same address, on the same day, but at totally different times, seems to have escaped the perception of the (diabolically inept) 'enlightened-management'.
Consequently, it is no longer sufficient for the householder or business man to be available to receive mail or parcel at a prescibed time in the morning.
Now, it is necessary to wait in all day, in the hope that the mail &/or the parcel that they are waiting for, may turn up. And, if they inadvertently forget that the parcel and the mail are delivered at different times, and having watched the postman pass them by, they decide that this will be an auspicious moment to visit the loo, they can be sure that the instant their backside touches the toilet seat, the postman will push a pre-filled-in red card through their letter box telling them that they can pick up their parcel from the collection depot, fourteen miles away, any time, following a period of 24 hours.
So now they have not only pre-paid for the postage: they've also got to pay the fuel and vehicle maintenance costs, to go and collect the parcel that they were patiently waiting in for.

I'm convinced that the Royal Mail does it deliberately. It's a conspiracy of Grecian proportions !!
They are determined to bankrupt themselves with all manner of inefficient practices that the courier firms wouldn't even contemplate. Then, when the courier firms are all that's left to deliver our mail and parcels, the public will be held to ransom by companies committed to the accumulation of the 'fast-buck', rather than the the provision of a service.

Thank goodness I'm twilight, rather than emergent. GrinGrin

But it is b****y annoying, because I do buy a lot of goods from the internet.
Perhaps I'll have to revert to last century practices and go shopping in the High Street, instead.
Good Heavens: now that is an archaic thought WinkSmile


reaper4252 6 2 9 United Kingdom
8 Jun 2012 11:37PM
Couldn't agree more my friend
The only flaw in your excellent spiel is that of 'shopping in the High Street'
In our own field of photography, Jacobs have just closed 7 shops today ! ! !
Victims of their own 'online' success I suppose
I'm all in favour of the High Street shops.
Butchers, Grocers, Newsagent not much problem
But realistically how long can the specialist suppliers last????

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strokebloke 9 493 17 England
8 Jun 2012 11:50PM

Quote:'shopping in the High Street'

a bit 'tongue-in-cheek' I must admit. GrinGrin

The interesting revelation for on-line activity by any member of the public (private/corporate/ political/religious) is that at the close of any one days' activity on 'the net', anything up to 250 organizations have plotted/followed and accumulated information about your preferences/finances/political persuasions/religious inclinations/health details/address/telephone connections & God knows what else, without you even being aware that they've done it.

At least High Street shopping is relatively anonymous. And you get to walk home with what you've bought. GrinGrin
reaper4252 6 2 9 United Kingdom
9 Jun 2012 12:11AM
And usually what you bring home is an item that you have witnessed being unpacked for you to check over therefore you know you are the first person to handle said goods. Internet technology and pricing is great , and I have to admit to using it, but where is the personal backup when you need it???
KarenFB Plus
11 5.0k 171 England
9 Jun 2012 7:41AM
I can remember when the postman delivered twice a day!!

Our postman (now retired) liked to start work really early in the morning so he could finish early and still have some day left. Then they were told they were not allowed to start so early. We had a letter informing us the post would arrive an hour later then usual - we've since had several similar letters. Now we have no idea what time the post will arrive.

Having worked as a Post Office Manager, I know a lot goes on that we (the public) know nothing about. I got so fed up (especially after we were ordered to sell insurance, holiday currency, ISAs etc., etc.) that I decided to leave. The best thing I've ever done!! Grin

It wouldn't surprise me to be told that we have to go and collect our own post from distribution centres!
strokebloke 9 493 17 England
9 Jun 2012 10:52AM
An interesting insight, from the other side of the coin, Karen.
Thank you.

I have an aunt (still alive and approaching her 100th birthday) who used to be the village postmistress and deliver the village post too.
She was always back to open the Post Office at 9am, but her working day started at 5 am. The Post Office closed at 3pm.

It's a different world now, isn't it? Smile
strokebloke 9 493 17 England
9 Jun 2012 2:30PM

Quote:but where is the personal backup when you need it???

Personal backup. Now that is an interesting concept. I'm having trouble remembering that one - though there is a very slight tinkling sound ringing in the back of that void I call a memory.
Whenever I've tried making an enquiry/request about a purchased internet item, I have usually been confronted by an indigenous member of a far eastern sub-continent who seemingly struggles with the concept of 'the Queen's English'.
At which point I mutter something containing the phrase 'a-pot-of-Japonica-jam' and fix the disassembled item myself.
Or simply give it to someone I'm not that keen on on, as a birthday present. Grin

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