Bank Bill Pay v U.S. Postal Service

I don't lick, stick or put anymore - stamps that is. My postman/postwoman is a wonderful individual with all the gusto, perseverance and so very trustworthiness I could compliment their service daily when the mail arrives.  I bless Ben Franklin for the active idea of the Post Office.  Yet, I am a time-saving trader.  I could pen those household bills and mail a hardcopy check with the return slip, place it  in the provided return envelope, with my U. S. Postage stamp with my selection of art work, glue or not.  But I don't.  I don't inform the utility companies that I don't need their return envelopes either, since I don't mail them anything, I can not check the box for choosing the 'electronic billing' option. 

I believe the paperless, e-tronic method has hit the speed bump from the past few years and bottomed out.  I can hear the scrapping instead of licking and sticking.  There's not enough staff in the utility company's billing department to check for cost saving measures.  As well as no one to implement them, so the bump in the road has low decibel ripple from this little stamp dip following the former economic bump.  The idealism of the great economic times now inhales, deeper and deeper.  Where did the save a tree, e-pay instead 'save a tree, save the environment' movement go?  Hold that breath!  Meantime, my postal personal worker is turning blue while waiting those few short years till retirement exhalation, and my bank pays the postage if there is any at  all.  Oh, now I exhale as it a crime for to save my approximately $25 per year that used to spend on the stamps to mail the bills. 

It ripples, only I don't see that my postal person now has double the load, higher demands from the bosses, all in shorter hours?  Apply which excuse to: 1.) Sacrifice to save a tree, 2.) Easier for me, 3.A.) Tired of it being tougher for one 3.B.)  Or tougher all around for all?  4.)  Has a simple bill paying operation of a household now made a different system of service of money all around? 
Yet we really have to oil the machine. That one that bespeaks to the element of operational flow, "It Takes Money To Make Money".  Who takes who and where and when?

Communication - Karnack the Telepathic

Bring home pink instead of brown? Square instead of oblong, and hear all the commentary and endless criticism from the parent on your purchase or decision? The easy thing, the parent forgets is that you really don’t know them like their spouse or partner did/does. You are not privy to what they usually purchase, get, have, or use. You like myself, never really wanted to know that much, or didn’t care to know if the brand name was better than the generic store brand in their taste pallet for breakfast cereal. Each of us stands in wonderment of what we have to do next. Return the bad product and get the right one. This is where the feeling of being treated negligently enters in. We make the effort – which most often never gets any credit, since we did the wrong thing to begin with. Therefore, in the parent’s efforts toward the house daughter or son, we don’t deserve acknowledgement. We did the wrong thing. We really did what we could, but we are not mind readers. Yet the generation who’s entertainer, Johnny Carson had a character, Karnack the Magnificent, who was a comic mind reader on this late night television show might have originated with a wife or an elder’s shopping adventure in Mr. Carson’s personal home. It pleases me relate the Karnack character to my own unfortunate experiences and lack of telepathy in such situations. Although I will give up my after hours of work, drive in traffic, deal with store return policies, hunt down the correct product or model, purchase it, drive back to the house, and pull up so hard on my bootstraps to present the replacement item – that I’d really rather not do anything at all. Yet, I try, with amour mounted on my chest, my heart, my ego – deliver the replacement goods. For better or worse, in sickness or health, I have done my duty to my god and my country, all over a piece of merchandise that wasn’t quite right. Allow me to remember this when I get old. I can forget my address, my own old age telephone number, but this lesson, I must keep. And that is: I speak, I must describe the good and the bad, and I must give a range of options in sizes, shapes, colors, and state why, to the annoyance of the person tasked to achieve this product, about why I need it and want it. Savings? A lifetime of woe and self-doubt। Priceless because I can fire Karnack the Telepathic!