“You want to get the mail?” “Sure!” I took the huge janitor ring of keys Ken was holding out. Getting the mail is one of the highlights of my workday. Not much of one, but when you have a job with negativestress levelslike I do, any variation in the normal scheme of data entry or book packing is welcome. It’s not like the rest of the day is awful, just… uneventful. The first day I took a solo trip to the post office, Ken asked me if I wanted to take my reliable (for the most part) automatic sedan or…