One last twist was when I got the paperwork for the adjustment. They said that the street time used was chosen after discussing it with me and that I agreed to it. A supervisor wrote on the form that I declined to sign the form. The only problem was, I WAS NEVER CALLED INTO THE OFFICE TO DISCUSS ANYTHING WITH THEM. He's a liar and I have it in writing. He even signed his name.
Anyhow, here's my DPS song. It's sung roughly to the tune of "Pop Goes
the Weasel". I've sung it in front of the postmaster, route inspectors,
and various hotshots passing through the office. It is sung while sitting
on my case.
I'm sitting here with my thumb up my butt
I've got no mail to case.
At least they can't say I'm stealing them blind
By casing DPS.
I'll sit here all day if they want me to,.
I am in no hurry.
They're paying me nineteen dollars an hour
and they're not paying me to worry.
