Whatever happened to "going postal" to solve your workplace problems?
Not that I condone either choice: suicide or murder.
Bukowski's postal employees (himself included) definitely were dying on the job.
It almost seems like when the unions got workers some benefits, and then with them being clawed back over the last couple decades, along with downsizing (less people doing the same amount of work), those remaining have been snapping. Benefits, etc., gave a future to dead end jobs. Of course, some figured they had entitlement to all they had in previous contracts and abused the system (sick plans, especially sick plans where I work).
Too many broad generalizations, I know, but work sucks for me now more than it did 10 years ago. I came back from our last strike thinking, 10 years until I get a pension; if I make it I make it, if I don't that's fine too.
Now I'm at 2 years and a month. Same feeling. (Although, now, I'm almost waiting for the "other shoe" to drop re. pensions.)
And then some fucking cat decides to run in front of the bus and I'm reliving 28 years worth of old horror stories. Who needs this shit?