The book you're about to read is my story working in the post office as a clerk and union officer. Some cases I worked on and my investigations, and how I dealt with management. You will read about how 5 unions merged to form the American Postal Workers Union. The reorganization act and when the United States Postal Service became an independent government agency. You will read about the shootings inside the post offices, and shooting elsewhere. The misappropriation from management, clerks and union officers. you will read about some of the cases postal inspectors investigated outside the post office. Finally you will a little about the two loves of my life and how I went quietly into retirement.

MY LIFE AND TIMES AS A POSTAL WORKER

By Warren Pearlman

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Copyright © 2012 Warren Pearlman
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ISBN: 978-1-4685-5381-9

Contents

Acknowledgments...............................................................................viiForward.......................................................................................ixChapter 1 The Start Of A Career..............................................................1Chapter 2 My Immediate Family................................................................7Chapter 3 My Military Days...................................................................11Chapter 4 Back To Civilian Life..............................................................23Chapter 5 A Start Of A New Life..............................................................31Chapter 6 Building My Future.................................................................36Chapter 7 Mergers & Collective Bargaining....................................................49Chapter 8 Union Elections....................................................................54Chapter 9 Modified Work Schedules & Grievance Procedure......................................68Chapter 10 Postmasters.......................................................................72Chapter 11 Politics Unethical & Costly.......................................................75Chapter 12 Teaching & Settlements............................................................84Chapter 13 How I Dealt With Management & More................................................102Chapter 14 Calling The Police................................................................115Chapter 15 Last Chance Settlements...........................................................123Chapter 16 Sex, Sexual Harassment & Discrimination...........................................133Chapter 17 Misappropriation & Postal Thief In Management.....................................154Chapter 18 Misappropriation And Postal Thief By Postal Clerks................................169Chapter 19 Charges & Embezzlement By Union Officers..........................................190Chapter 20 Violence & Threats Outside The Post Office........................................201Chapter 21 Violence & Shooting By Postal Employees...........................................210Chapter 22 Workplace Violence Other Than The Post Office.....................................217Chapter 23 Office Of Inspector General & Postal Inspectors Investigation.....................222Chapter 24 Life After The Union..............................................................242Chapter 25 Leaving The United States Postal Service To Retirement............................245Index.........................................................................................247

Chapter One

THE START OF A CAREER

My name is Warren Pearlman. This is my story starting with the first day I started as a postal worker, December 15, 1969. This is when I first started as a postal clerk, up until June 2, 2007, the date I retired from the United States Postal Service. During my time working for the post office, the United States Postal Service changed dramatically. When I first started in the Post Office I had no idea I would stay as long as I did, 37 years, five months and 17 days.

The post office generally referred as the United States Postal Service (USPS) is the United States government organization responsible for providing postal service in the United States.

The United States Postal Service is one of the oldest government agencies of America, pre-dating even the constitution of the United States. Yet, the United States Postal Service receives no public funding and must be self-sufficient. In 1982 the United States Postal Service stopped accepting public subsidies and became a self supporting agency.

The USPS is headed by a Board of Governors appointed by the President of the United States and confirmed by the United States Senate. The Board of Governors serve as its corporate board of directors. They set policy and procedure and postal rates for services rendered. The Postmaster General is appointed by the board of governors and serves as chief operating officer and deals with the day to day activities of the USPS.

In December 1969, the Postmaster General was appointed by the President of the United States and confirmed by the United States Senate. The President of the United States at that time was Richard M. Nixon.

I started working in the post office on December 15th 1969, almost right out of high school. I had just graduated from Miami Senior High School in June, 1969, and took the postal exam a month later.

I worked at the main post office in Miami, Florida, the Biscayne Annex. The pay was $3.06 per hour, which was good money in 1969. I figured I would bring home approximately $250.00 per pay period. The pay period is every two weeks. The actually base pay was $244.80 a pay period and $6,364.80 yearly base pay. I of course worked overtime, I had no choice being a new employee. Today the starting pay is somewhere between $12.00 to $15.00 per hour, depending on the job someone might get hired for. The minimum pay in 1969 was $1.60 per hour.

I felt real lucky, and still do, to ever be hired and work for the Postal Service. When I was hired it was much easier to get a job working for the Post Office then it is now. There was no waiting list like there is today. I believe my test score was in the 70's. There was no background check and no physical to pass. There was no testing for drugs or alcohol. I only had to pick up a 70-pound sack and carry it across the room.

When I first started at the Biscayne Annex Post Office my hours of duty were 3:00 P.M. to 11:30 P.M., which is called tour three. I believe I was one of the youngest employees working at the Biscayne Annex Post Office in the outgoing section of the post office. Most of the newly hired employees were given a city scheme to learn and worked in the incoming section of the main facility. It must be understood I'm only talking about the employees hired as clerks or mail handlers. The employees hired as letter carriers were put in a station or branch post office.

The supervisors, managers, and I would have to say, most of the employees working at the Biscayne Annex were white American. The top managers were all older white men with most having a military background. I almost felt I was in the military. There were very few woman supervisors, and very few black men as supervisors. I cannot recall any black women as supervisors at this time, December 1969. This was at the Biscayne Annex, the mail facility in Miami. I don't know about the employees or supervisors or managers at the stations and branches in Miami in 1969.

When I was hired I had long hair down past my shoulders, I drank a little beer and did a lot of drugs. You name a drug and most likely I did some, or at lease tried it.

Because I had long hair and I didn't want any supervisor talking much to me, or asking me questions, I worked hard. I know I did a good job plus when I stayed busy nobody bothered me. I also felt that no supervisor questioned me because of the way I did work. I remember working on the opening belt at the post office and some other employees telling me I made them look bad by working so fast. I would just tell them I didn't want any supervisor questioning me on the way I looked or on my attendance and I felt if I stayed busy and worked fast I wouldn't get harassed. I was right.

I was calling in sick a lot, and I believed because of my long hair and being on drugs a lot of the time, and with most of the supervisors and managers being older military men they would have it in for me. Of course the supervisors had no idea I ever did drugs, or was on drugs, and most of the employees had no idea I was doing drugs so much of the time.

The sick leave policy, or lack of one, was not really enforced. Not by my supervisor anyway.

The first ninety days in the post office is a probation period. My supervisor gave me an evaluation of my work after the first thirty days and then after sixty days. On more then one occasion I was told I had to improve my attendance, and that I was lucky I was such a good worker. I would call in sick at times and had to take leave without pay because I had no sick leave. Somehow, with the grace of God, I made it through probation. I guess it didn't hurt that I had in the past gone to school with the supervisor's daughter. I was friendly to most of the other employees I worked with and seemed to get along with just about everyone.

The post office back in 1969 was hiring students to work for sixteen hours a week, or more, and called these employees NTE's, (not to exceed) what ever that meant. A lot of these employees, after the program for hiring NTE's ended, became career employees, without taking the test, and went into different crafts, clerk, mail handler, maintenance, motor vehicle and letter carrier. Some became supervisors and managers later in their career. I don't remember the post office having casual employees when I started.

My first day on the job, December 15th 1969, I worked for over eleven hours sitting on what was called a rest bar throwing letter mail. I thought I was going to go crazy and didn't know how long I was going to make it working in the post office, I hated sitting all day. Besides it being boring, the time just dragged. But I got lucky again. On my second day in the post office a supervisor came around to where I was throwing the letter mail and asked for volunteers to go work on the newspaper rack and opening belt. This was a job where you would be on your feet all day. I loved it. I knew for one thing that my ass was not going to be numb from sitting. I was young and knew I could stand all day, even being high on something. In the section I worked, besides the opening belt and the newspaper rack, there were the pouch racks. The Florida and states pouch racks is where bundles of letters and larger envelopes and small parcels were thrown into sacks or pouches. My job was to dump sacks of newspapers and bundles of magazines onto a belt and then throw the mail into sacks by using the zip code. When it was time to dispatch the mail, or the sack got full, the sack would be pulled down, closed and put on a float to take down to the first floor, I worked on the second floor, and put on a truck. Sometimes I was sent out to the platform where the trucks were being loaded and loaded trucks for a couple of hours at a time. I was always moving around which I liked and the time seemed to go by faster.

I remember joining the union when I first started in the post office but don't remember seeing any union stewards while I was at work. All I thought about was making it through another night, which on some nights was very hard for me to do.

I worked in the outgoing section of the post office and therefore, as luck would have it, was given the Florida scheme. A scheme was something most clerks were given that worked at the Biscayne Annex and throughout all the post offices in Miami. The clerks that worked in the city section were give carrier schemes. This is where the clerk had to know which carrier delivered to different addresses according to the address. The schemes were broken down by zip codes so some clerks had maybe two or three different zip codes to learn, depending on the size of the scheme they had to learn. The Florida scheme consisted of names of cities and towns throughout Florida. Since I was born in Miami, Florida I knew so much of the scheme before I even started.

I was scheduled to take my test for the Florida scheme sometime in June 1969 but decided on my own not to take the test. I knew I could pass the test, but I also knew I would be leaving at the end of June and didn't know if I would return. I was going to go into the army. I had received a draft notice from the United States Army. This was my job, working in the post office, from December 15th 1969 until June 30th 1970, working on the belt dumping sacks and throwing mail into pouches and then dispatching the sacks.

When I would go to lunch I would go with a few other guys and on the way back from lunch we would all smoke some pot. Nobody knew, or didn't care that we were high after returning from lunch.

There was no free paved parking lots at the Biscayne Annex. There was only parking for a certain number of cars and you had to pay to park. There was a parking lot for the credit union and a parking lot for the union. The One Seven Two Holding Corporation, a subsidy of the union, own the parking lot. I guess you had to have some seniority to get parking in one of these lots. Of course there were a lot more employees then there were parking spaces. I would park on the street on in a vacant dirt lot, sometimes two or three blocks away. I was lucky that my car was never broken into. This was when I had a car. Some of the time I didn't have a car and would have to catch a ride with someone or I would hitch hike. Those were the days working at the Biscayne Annex Post Office in Miami, Florida.

In the beginning of June 1970, I received a draft notice from the United States Army. I was suppose to leave for the Army on June 30th 1970. The Viet Nam conflict, it was not called a war, was still going strong. I will never forget the first sentence of the draft notice I received. "You are hereby inducted into the armed forces of the United States Army." The great government of ours had a lottery at this time of my life to see who would get drafted. Those who had a high enough number might have been safe and not drafted. My number was 125. I didn't think I would be drafted in June. The newspaper, The Miami Herald, had when the numbers were being called and going by the papers calculation I didn't think I would be getting a draft notice until around October, 1970.

At the time I was dating a real pretty lady, a stewardess from Virginia, and she helped me write a letter to the draft board to say we were getting married. My intention was to try to get out of the draft, and the Army and just stay working for the post office. Of course neither one of us had any intention of getting married at that time. I was twenty years old and just starting to live. The letter worked to a point. I still got drafted but didn't have to go into the Army until August 10th 1970. Some of the guys I know that got drafted and left in July ended up going to Viet Nam.

I still left the post office on June 30th 1970 and had six weeks to party and do whatever I wanted until August 10th 1970. And party I did. It almost killed me.

I went to Georgia to the 2nd Atlanta pop festival. I stayed up all night listening to music and doing all kinds of drugs. I had no idea if I was coming back to the post office. I was thinking that most likely I would be going to Viet Nam at some later date. My brother went to Viet Nam so I figured the Army would also send me.

At the Atlanta Pop Festival I didn't have a worry in the world. The thought of going to Canada had entered my mind a couple of times but thought better against it. I guess when I did think about going to Canada I was not thinking about anybody except me. It didn't phase me that my parents might be worried about me. They also didn't know about all the drugs I was taking. Somehow I made it back home after the Atlanta Pop Festival was over and somehow prepared myself into getting ready to enter the Army.

One good thing about leaving for the Army, even though I didn't think this way at the time, was I would not be doing any drugs for awhile. I was able to get clean and stay clean from drugs for awhile. It could've saved my life, and it most likely saved me from going to jail and losing my job. While I was in basic training in the Army a friend of mine got busted and went to jail for one year. I could've been with him the night he got busted. He was set up by a friend that both of us knew for a long time. I should've learned from this but sometimes it takes some people longer then others to learn from life.

I can honestly say being drafted into the United States Army made me grow up and was the best thing for me at this time of my life.

Chapter Two

MY IMMEDIATE FAMILY

I was born on September 13th 1949, at Jackson Memorial Hospital, in Miami, Florida. I was the last of five children born to Harry and Hilda Pearlman. My mother had three brothers and three sisters. My father had three sisters and five brothers. My father was born on May 28th 1904 in Chattanooga, Tennessee and my mother was born on November 22nd 1911 in Washington D.C. My parents were married in January, 1942. The first born to my parents was my sister born on January 8th 1943. Then my other two sisters who are fraternal twins born on July 19th 1945. My brother was next born on April 4th 1947 and then I. I was told that after my brother was born my mother had her tubes tied. When my mother got pregnant with me the doctors thought she had a tumor until I started kicking. After I was born my mother had her tubes cut and tied. I was told this on more than one occasion, but one of my sisters said this was not true. Who knows? Who cares?

By the time I was born I only had one grandparent still alive. Both of my mothers' parents had passed away. My fathers' mother was still living. I never remember her ever talking to me. What I do remember about my grandmother was that she would paint the bottom of the trees with white paint. Something I will always remember is that my grandmother passed away in 1960 and was born before Abraham Lincoln died. She was ninety-five when she passed away. To me that was, and still is amazing. I also remember hearing that my fathers' father, my grandfather, was a triplet. My mother once told me that at my grandfathers' funeral when his brother looked into the casket it was like he was looking at himself. My mother only mentioned one of my grandfathers brothers. I don't know anything about the other brother.

My first recollection of my childhood was when I was four, standing in a crib looking out the window and seeing my brother lying in the street. A truck had just hit him as he was trying to cross the street. He ended up with a broken leg and a concussion. I cannot remember anything before this time. I'm not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing.

My family lived in the projects across the street from Edison High School. We lived in the projects from the time I remember until I finished third grade. The year was 1958. I guess these days instead of calling the place we lived as the projects it would be called low income housing.

We then moved in with my grandmother and my uncle on S. W. 1st Street between 44th and 45th Avenue, still in Miami. I don't remember how we managed with nine people living in a three-bedroom house. I do remember my uncle was an alcoholic. I also remember my grandmother didn't like us kids watching the television while she ate breakfast, even though she ate in a different room.

My grandmother couldn't hear very well so when we would hear her walking toward the Florida room where the television was I would turn the picture off and keep the sound on. She would call us crazy kids. Sitting in front of the television and the television not being on. When she walked away I would turn the picture back on. We lived at this house for approximately six months then moved to Hialeah. In Hialeah we lived on West 56th Place, approximately two blocks from Red Road.

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