Federal Employee Disability Retirement: Owning a landline

It is perhaps the single telling factor of a generational divide; if you own a landline, it is likely you are not a millennial.  Or from the generation just before, or even the one before that.  You are probably from the generation sometime within the timeframe of “just after” the Korean War and around the end of the Vietnam War.  It is the remembrance of unreliable “bag” phones and cellular connections that barely became audible; but more than that, it is the evidence of who one is based upon the generational divide […] Read More …

Federal Disability Retirement: Possibilities to pursue

In one sense, it is nonsensical to ask the question: “Is it possible to…?” For, is there any limitation to the concept of the possible? Isn’t it possible that there are Martians on Mars, but in a parallel universe unseen and concealed from the human eye? Isn’t it possible that the room you leave disintegrates molecularly, then reconstitutes itself the moment you reenter? Isn’t it possible that it will rain tomorrow, despite the national weather service predicting otherwise (this latter example is actually not too absurd, as it is a regular occurrence experienced by most)? […] Read More …

Federal & Postal Medical Retirement: Agencies and the Opium Den of Yore

They were dark caverns of gatherings; residual consequences of colonialism; and though denied in polite society, the lure of addictive aroma wafting ever pervasively brought men and women repeatedly to the doors which opened for the pleasurable moment of escape. It was like going back, and staying, despite knowing the harm it did, would do, and could wrought, even with the knowledge of the harm portending. But the residue of the sweet scent would remain, like an invisible thread tugging at the weakest corners of the soul, to return, return, return. […] Read More …

Federal & Postal Disability Retirement: Purgatory Reverie

The state of the intermediate, the surreal loss of traction in suspended animation; of trying to jog on ice, or to reach a destination traveling on a treadmill; this is a sense one is left with in dealing with a juggernaut of a bureaucratic morass. In this day of immediacy, where the instant satisfaction of wants and the now of gratifications is met and reinforced by the push of a key, the click of a mouse, and touch of a sensor; and as virtue is no longer looked upon as a necessary ingredient of character, […] Read More …