It’s stressful because any job in which you have to deal with people is stressful. If you have to do it outside in every kind of extreme of weather it’s extra stressful. If you have to go up to peoples’ doors it’s extremely stressful. If you have to deal with dogs, well…
I delivered mail every summer in college. Subs have all these problems and more. You need to sort through a entire route’s worth of mail before nine o’clock. That means standing in front of a box with hundreds of dividers and matching each envelope to the right address. Heaven help you if you get an old name mixed in. Then you head for a part of the city you’ve never seen before. You go up to each house and have three seconds to figure out the puzzle of where they are hiding their mail delivery. A mailbox that can be of any style up to fifty years old so it may be unrecognizable? A letter slot in the door? The milk box on the side of the house? Behind the screen door? That box lying on the porch? Again, you have to get it right or there’s trouble.
Since it was summer the day is over 90 and you’re dying. The kids harass you. The dogs… Well, I had a German shepherd try to jump through a screen door to attack me. The lady whose house it was yelled at me because her screen was damaged.
Numbers? Houses are required to have them, but don’t. Some house numbers are on the side of a house. Or in back. Or on a separate house on the property. Or apparently nowhere at all. Then you go into an apartment house. A multi-box opens with a key and you’re supposed to stuff mail into these tiny holes but again half don’t have names or apartment numbers attached and everyone yells at you for leaving things too big for the boxes outside the box because they get stolen.
Oh yeah, officially you can’t cut across lawns. Of course, every single person in the USPS does. Unless there’s a supervisor around to see you.
So-called rural routes are easier, admittedly. Our friend from the UK can’t imagine how far apart the houses are in a normal suburban subdivision let alone those in farm country. I worked so long ago that all cars had bench seats in front. So when I went out to a rural route I drove my own car. That’s correct. I sat on the right side of the car, used my left hand to steer and my left foot to push the accelerator, and stuck my right hand out the window to put the mail in the boxes. This was official policy! This was such insanity that even the P.O. got rid of it and went to the right-hand drive vans and trucks.
You had to take a separate driving test to get certification for right-hand drive. They of course used the old broken-down vehicles for the test. Mine had a seat stuck as far back as it would go so that my feet didn’t come within a foot of pedals. I sat on the edge and passed. The first time I was assigned one I was based downtown and had to drive it out to the suburbs through the heaviest part of rush-hour work traffic. That was stressful, yes, indeeedy.
So you’re driving a right-hand drive vehicle in a sea of left-hand drive cars trying to pull up to curbside mailboxes which are supposed to be at a required height but are drooping or skewed or have been apparently welded shut, while trying to scoop up the occupant’s mail with your left hand and keeping one eye out for the packages that are in the back of the truck and the other eye out for kids and cars and delivery trucks and people backing blindly out of driveways. And that’s the easy route. One day I came back to the post office and found they were so shorthanded that I had to do a second route that day. Ever try delivering a bank’s mail at five pm? And then doing the route in the dark?
Of course it gets easier with time, but I’ve left out hundreds of the little aggravations. And today the USPS does not get government subsidies so they push people harder all the time. I feel for the carriers every day. Like any job, you have to have been there to really understand. Carriers really do go out of their way - often literally - to get the mail to you but they have rules they have to follow and they don’t have to put themselves or others in danger just to satisfy your whims. Think of the nuttiest, craziest, most antisocial people that have ever despoiled the Dope and remember that each and every one of them gets mail every day.
As for the OP: you can cut off your nose to spite your face and stand your ground or you can get your mail. Your choice.