Why Writing a 'Unsent Letter' Can Help You When you write a unsent letter you are able to say what you feel, without holding anything back. No worries of hurt feelings, getting fired, being rejected, etc. Getting these emotions off your chest anonymously helps with stress relief, depression, guilt, and more.

USPS, NLPM and OIG

USPS, NLPM and OIG

I used to be one of the greatest advocates of USPS and the National League of Postmasters that my peers knew.

I have the awards to prove my asset and my contributions to both organizations.

In all my blinded journeys of self-discovery in these organizations, I would never anticipate that my excited promotions would turn into realities of mistrust, lies, and deceit of the worst forms of human morals that I would be subjected to.

The mentors that I thought I could look up to and learn from in the USPS became selfish individuals that would make their truth hard for even me to accept.

The League leaders of this non-profit organization spill over into greed of members dues. The evidence reveals itself in internal legal processes of employee protection. The USPS employees your LEAGUE members and the OIG controls both! So you figure this out, who feeds who and who will help you when your human errors occur???

The League of Postmasters cannot protect you in adverse action. The League of Postmasters cannot protect you in proper judicial treatment. The MPOOs of USPS and the OIG are your worst nightmares of intimidation. If you are a criminal, you will be prosecuted and should be.

But if you are speculated to be by an MPOO, OIG or the League; you are truly GUILTY until proven innocent! Heed this warning not as joke or rhetorical device. Heed this warning as a fact of truth that will never be told until wronged employees and League members speak the truth.

I attended events for the League. I promoted their training classes. I coordinated many classes to help educate Postmasters and PMRs. I received their awards and praises too.

I also talked with the City Carriers, heard the Rural Carriers, and worked beside the clerks. Let me tell you that there are wonderful employees in USPS and a very select honest workers in the League of Postmasters. This is for the truth that does exist in the employees that make this company great.

But the bottom line, when you are facing trouble whether due to a simple human error or paper error; you will not be processed as a potential innocent victim. You will persecuted as a guilty criminal until proven INNOCENT!!!

You cannot trust MPOOs. You cannot trust your Postmasters. You cannot trust those you call friends because in the end, it’s your job or theirs! Who do you think they will silence or speak up for…you or their job!!!

The lies that National League of Postmasters speak of in protecting jobs and securing proper justice in adverse cases is a lie. You will receive consultation that bears no LEGAL justice or representation.

Most employees who choose to stay on, do so, because of intimidation and fear of losing their bread and butter on their table. Well, I grew up on an income that afforded the real blessings in life and a salary is a job; not a neccessity to me. When the happiness ran out of this occupation and the demons were revealed within; it was time to separate from the companies of these devious individuals.

I watched silently as MPOOs would make racial remarks about employees. I silently kept my mouth shut working with MPOOs who would intentionally break the rules and the laws of the USPS (in the grey areas of regulations) and never say a word. I saw when employees were struggling to do their jobs and offered my personal help but I never proceeded to inform these MPOOs of their duties to check up on these employees that needed assistance…even though their files would reveal that MPOOs were suppose to! I didn’t stand up or speak out for fear of my own job.

I didn’t feel that my low level of employee status could stand up against the knowledge of a higher level MPOO and their educational knowledge to do their job. But I saw it, why didn’t they? I saw some of these employees lose their jobs because of their struggles and lack of proper training and education from these managers!

I also heard the tales of MPOO assistants leaking private information of employees. What happened to employee trust and protection in the USPS? We take an oath to protect public interests but who protects the employees in USPS or the League? It is not USPS, OIG or the National League of Postmasters.

I know how an auditor screwed up on financially accountability and the employee paid the repercussions of this error but the auditor received nothing of their human error because the blame was placed on the separated employee in USPS!!!

I could have been a good whistle blower on the USPS and the League of Postmasters. Am I an ex-employee seeking revenge…NO! But I admitting truth of the human error that found me on this new journey that I find myself on now. I am giving this truth to others to protect theirself that are left behind in this company and the LEAGUE organization!!!

I will not reveal my name for fear of retailiation and further prosecution from USPS or League members! You know who you are and what you have did!

But I am fed up with the silence that robs truth from these organizations. If you are an employee, beware! If you are considering employment in this company, beware! If you are a member of the National League of Postmasters, beware!

Take your due money and seek out your own contract criminal defense lawyers for your own protection with your real USPS friends in your immediate areas. The USPS breaks down 3 digit zip codes for delivery. USPS employees could embark on their own 3 digit contracts with Criminal Defense lawyers to protect you should a human error.

The LEAGUE, the OIG, and the USPS will not protect you. You could do this just as the League PAYS for Adverse Action counselors that can do nothing but get you a best deal for a GUILTY plea! This is not a fair judicial system. It is not a real court of law. You have no rights when it comes down to it!

Because unlike me, most cannot afford any other bread and butter than what USPS employment provides their families. Do not plead guilty to charges that you do not commit! This is truthful things that I found out too late!!! Don’t become a silent statistic too!

Gravity

Gravity

Dear S,

It was so great having lunch with you today. I still wonder why you came with me after having decided originally to not go. I can’t forget how our eyes locked for such a brief moment and I told you how nice your eyes looked in the light. The more I get to know you, the more I cannot stop thinking about you. I hate the weekends because I know I won’t see you till Monday., I also hate the fact that we did not get to walk to our cars together. I would have liked t know what you were doing over the weekend.

I hate the situation we’re in and the fact that I’m developing these strong feeling for you without you even knowing. I wish I could stroke your face and tell you how handsome you are. You will never understand my frustration. I only hope that we can continue being, at least, good friends. I can’t help but being near you and I hope you will allow me to do so. I never planned for this to happen and although we are both married, I can’t help but imagine!!! Please don’t stop looking my way….ever!!!!

-Love,
your crossword girl…-a

To Alex, who I can’t forget

To Alex, who I can’t forget

I can’t stop thinking about you Alex. I just want to know that we’re ok, you know? That you’re ok. Not so emo, found true love, not drinking so much. Whatever. Not that it matters. Not that we’ll ever meet again except by accident. I left things in such an abrupt, raw way. Never spoke to you again, you, to whom I always wanted to say so much. But I still remember the last things you said to me. And the way you kissed me. I don’t even know if you remember, you were so drunk, but I don’t seem to be able to forget. And I was gone the next morning before any of you woke up. I’m not going to throw away everything. Not again, you know? For what. I’m going to have a great life. And you were always so hard to read. But it’s true what I said, I was in love with you. Even if I did fuck him more – you wouldn’t let me as often. But so what? Apparently, I have more than one love. Lucky me, right? It’s just that the edge is still raw, and i thought it’d have healed or gone away or something by now. Closure is such a corny word. Anyway. I’m going to send this now. Hope you know who this is. You better. May lightning strike you if there’s another girl who could have written this. And don’t you dare give anyone the smallest sign I ever sent this. Ok? Ok.

All the best. Don’t fuck it up.

To Adam,

To Adam,

Adam, I guess you thought you pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes,huh? You are so smart and sneaky? I loathe you now that I can sit back and see the situation clearly. You used me for your gratification and thought I was just some whore on the side.

We all hung out together in the same group. We went everywhere and you got off on touching me and teasing me only feet away from your fiance, now wife. I was a lonely girl, on my own for the first time and I was looking for love. I wasn’t in love with you or even infatuated. I enjoyed the attention. Playing with fire I guess. It started oh so innocently. A little playing and flirting. Eventually it wasn’t enough for you.

You wanted more so you came to see me at my parents house while they were away and I was home alone. You came to see me in the shower which led to the bed and then I STOPPED IT. Not you- the one who was engaged. I was the single one with no attachments. How could you look her in the face? You came to see me at my apartment too and we were supposed to meet up with your fiance to go to the racetrack but she was convieniently (for you) late and you kissed me right up until she came in the door. I was mortified and felt horrible but you planned the whole thing and thought it was very funny. I really thought you wanted me to hang out. I was naive back then. I could’ve said no and I never let it get to actual sex…I always stopped it before then. I felt like such a scumbag. I wasn’t friends with her by any means, aquaintainces really but she was even more naive then me. She trusted you. She was like an lovable puppy, sweet and naive but oh so dumb. You preyed on that. Shame on me back then and shame on you for doing it to her.

The worst part was when you came over to my apartment, uninvited and wanted to give me a birthday gift. I couldn’t imagine what it was but it was something I turned away. You said you wanted to give me oral sex for my birthday. I pushed you away and sent you home. This was less than 2 weeks from your wedding to her!!! I couldn’t tell her because chances are she would have not believed me anyway and your character is so low you probably would have denied it too. I would have been hung out to dry all my myself..looking like a slut when you were the one coming after me time and time again.

I went to your wedding and it was so fancy and everyone was so happy but me. I was secretly a bit jealous but I couldn’t understand why you would say those vows when you had no intention of keeping them. How could you look her in the eyes-on her wedding day. I felt horrible. You came up to me and hugged and kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for coming. I felt so cheap.

That is when I finally cut all ties with all of you. I lost a whole group of friends, including my cousin for these secrets. Now you and your wife have a baby girl and sometimes I wonder if we ever really had sex would I have a child from you too? I count my blessings that I didn’t have sex with you and that didn’t happen but I wonder. Your wife, the stupid and sweet puppy dog im’d me on facebook and we chatted and she said I would make a great mom someday. You emailed me on facebook and wanted to know where I lived since I moved. My only guess is that you wanted to come over to hookup since I can clearly see you for the pig that you are now. I deleted you both off facebook since telling her now would just hurt her even more and keeping contact with you is a bad idea. I am in a great relationship now and he knows all about you and the dog you are. My guy now would love to hurt you for being such a dog and treating me like some hooker. I wonder how many other women you were with behind her back. I feel sorry for her and for myself because I was duped too into thinking we might have something but to you it was just fun and you didn’t care whose heart was involved. When your little girl grows up I don’t think you want men treating her the way you treated me and her mom but ya never know cuz karma is going to get you one way or another. I just hoped your little girl is spared. I guess for your wife ignorance is bliss but for me it was a lesson learned. I will never let you or any other man use me and see me as a piece of meat and not the amazing woman I have come to be. Live with yourself because I have and I am happy with me now. I have atoned for my past sins but someone like you may never change since you’re so far gone you don’t have a conscience anymore.

I’m young, but…

I’m young, but…

I know I can’t feel the same way about anyone else for a long time. For a year, maybe two. I dread looking and seeing that you have a new girl, because I was yours, and you were mine. We loved each other, to the highest extent. Four years of an amazing relationship to prove that, you made me so happy just by talking to me, and I was the most special girl in the room when we were together.

But then, after two weeks of not seeing you cause you were on vacation, you come over and tell me you think we need to break up. I was stunned, shocked, and so, so hurt. My heart instantly broke, and I can’t understand how one day you love someone, and the next you just don’t. You told me the reason I just met your whole extended family, and we celebrated our 4 year anniversary was a way of you trying to ‘fix’ things in your head. But I guess you don’t feel anything for me now, or for the last month. The whole last month of ‘i love you’s’ have been lies, the kisses meant nothing, but you were still making me happy and making me smile.

I know I sound selfish, but I still love you. I think I always will. How can I just forget about my best friend? You were with me through my parent’s divorce, my troubles in school, my sadness, my anger…you were the only one I could share that with. We grew up together and learned what it meant to be in love with someone. We talked about forever.

And what kills me the most is that fact that I go to sleep in tears, and wake up three hours later the same way…and it seems like it’s not affecting you at all.

I’m holding on, and I’ll wait for you. I can’t give up and forget us.

Dearest “Mother”,

Dearest “Mother”,

Here is a list, in no particular order, of some of the things I hate about you. (And yes, I know. “Hate” is a strong word. But you cannot fathom the immensity of the shit I do not give.)

1. You call me names.
2. You mock me. In a high-pitched voice that sounds nothing like my own.
3. You make fun of me and the things I’m afraid of.
4. You make me cry.
5. You scream at me.
6. You have hit and slapped me.
7. You swear at me.
8. You aren’t just “a” hypocrite. You’re THE hypocrite.
9. You don’t play favorites. You play unfavorites. And I’M the unfavorite.
10. You talk about me behind my back.
11. You talk about me behind my back, knowing that I can hear you.
12. You get into fights with my dad when he defends me.
13. You tell me to get over myself.
14. You scare my siblings when you shriek at me.
15. You judge me.
16. You do not accept me for who I am.
17. The first time I tried to use a tampon, you yelled at me for not being able to figure it out.
18. You’re the only person I’ve ever called a bitch.
19. You’re also the only one I’ve ever thought worthy of such a title.
20. You turn everybody against me.
21. You hug my brother and sister to make up with them after arguments, but you never, ever hug me.
22. You get irritated at me when I ask for a goodnight hug.
23. You’re always leaving to go somewhere without me.
24. You so clearly love my little sister more than me, and you’ve even admitted it when I accused you of it.
25. Our fights never result in anything constructive. Just me getting my heart broken again and again and again.
26. If I ever commit suicide, it will be because of you.
27. I can’t remember a time when we were okay, emotionally.
28. You’re supposed to be my hero. You’re supposed to be loving, and caring, and kind. You’re supposed to be gentle and sweet and nice. You’re supposed to be a lot of things that you aren’t.
29. You think you know me.
30. You don’t.

~The girl who hides from you

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