I was a summer letter carrier until third year of medical school.
Cased up the mail, walked a city route with a bag, hit the relays, carried the keys. Hid out in the diner after the last stop. Only job that’s 8.5 hours on the clock that can be done in 4.
The dog issue isn’t a joke.
Was it anything like the novel Post Office, by Charles Bukowski? For your sake I hope not.