William Faulkner, famous American author who whose fiction predominantly took place in southern United States, worked as a postmaster at the University of Mississippi for three years after dropping out of the aforementioned university. I’m surprised he lasted that long considering he spent more time working on his novels than actually being a postmaster. When customers would show up at the counter wanting to buy a stamp, William Faulkner was nowhere to be found because he’d be in the back room writing poems. Sometimes he would close the post office early or not even bother to open it on the days he wanted to go hunting or play golf. Hell on some days he’d bring a friend to work so he could play cards with them. You’d think he’d get fired after all this but he was the one who actually ended up quitting.
Here’s his resignation letter:
“As long as I live under the capitalistic system, I expect to have my life influenced by the demands of moneyed people. But I will be damned if I propose to be at the beck and call of every itinerant scoundrel who has two cents to invest in a postage stamp.
This, sir, is my resignation.”
Many years later he reworked his letter into this eloquent quote: “I reckon I’ll be at the beck and call of folks with money all my life, but thank God I won’t ever again have to be at the beck and call of every son of a bitch who’s got two cents to buy a stamp.”