Yeah, they’re always mad about something. They’ll look at their trucks packed to the brim with boxes and wonder why we didn’t put each and every package in the exact correct location. We’d do our best, but by the end of the day we’d just be putting them wherever they’d fit.

It would’ve spilled long before it got to me and the local delivery trucks I’d be loading. We’d be unpacking large cross-country semis that were packed so haphazardly that unofficial protocol was to open them and run; one time I almost had a car jack land on my head that someone decided to shove in on top of a stack of boxes.

I never delivered packages, I only loaded them on the trucks. I’d usually be assigned 3-4 trucks depending on package load and how many people decided to show up that day.

When my wife and I are cuddling and she gets stiff, she’ll always say “I’ve gotta turn over.” and I always respond “Can I have a bite?”

Having worked at FedEx, everything has fragile stickers and “this way up” arrows. If I payed attention to every notice on every package, I’d run out of room on the truck before I was even halfway through my shift. Plus I’d be spending way too much time in the truck, and I’d constantly be running down the conveyor to collect packages I missed while I was in there. The only special instructions we have the time to address are the hazmat signs. But yeah, some people literally punt packages onto their trucks, so there’s a middle ground to be found.