Since one of my readers' husbands works for the Post Office, I will try to be as diplomatic as possible but there was an incident yesterday that rather pissed me off. Granted, it was maybe 20% my own fault. I was charged on my way home from work to go to the post office and mail off a Inter-Library Loan package.
This was the second time I had done this; for work I mean. The first time I did it I was told specifically to hand it to the guy at the desk despite the fact we have a postal machine. I felt stupid standing in line for no apparent reason.
This time, I thought "Why don't I just put it in the box and save time?" It wasn't until I had already dropped the package in that I noticed the 13 ounce limit sign. How long has that been effect? And what is the purpose of that? Anthrax can weight much less than that and every package over 13 ounces must be a bomb... It also occurred to me later that maybe the weight issue has to do with what kind of truck they use but if a truck can't carry a one pound package their drivers need to lose weight, m'kay?
That kind of irked me but what really pissed me off was when I went into the PO and reported my error to the Kevin Smith-lookalike at the desk and all he did was quote me the damn sign on the box. What I wanted was him to say was to thank me for the report and that he'd take care of it. I can't be the only one that has made that mistake before. Asshole.
And now for the good. This morning I was sitting in our living room or whatever while our housekeeper was cleaning our bedrooms and her two year old niece, who had come with her came out to stare at us as two year olds are wont to do with strangers. Things became less awkward but more strange when my roommate's cat was scared by the vacuum and came running out. This scared the girl who screamed and leaped into my lap. It only got weirder when she started feeding me sour cream and onion chip crumbs. When my aunt and cousin were ready to go out to get out of the housekeeper's way, the girl wouldn't get off my lap. Babies and cats have always loved me...
This was the second time I had done this; for work I mean. The first time I did it I was told specifically to hand it to the guy at the desk despite the fact we have a postal machine. I felt stupid standing in line for no apparent reason.
This time, I thought "Why don't I just put it in the box and save time?" It wasn't until I had already dropped the package in that I noticed the 13 ounce limit sign. How long has that been effect? And what is the purpose of that? Anthrax can weight much less than that and every package over 13 ounces must be a bomb... It also occurred to me later that maybe the weight issue has to do with what kind of truck they use but if a truck can't carry a one pound package their drivers need to lose weight, m'kay?
That kind of irked me but what really pissed me off was when I went into the PO and reported my error to the Kevin Smith-lookalike at the desk and all he did was quote me the damn sign on the box. What I wanted was him to say was to thank me for the report and that he'd take care of it. I can't be the only one that has made that mistake before. Asshole.
And now for the good. This morning I was sitting in our living room or whatever while our housekeeper was cleaning our bedrooms and her two year old niece, who had come with her came out to stare at us as two year olds are wont to do with strangers. Things became less awkward but more strange when my roommate's cat was scared by the vacuum and came running out. This scared the girl who screamed and leaped into my lap. It only got weirder when she started feeding me sour cream and onion chip crumbs. When my aunt and cousin were ready to go out to get out of the housekeeper's way, the girl wouldn't get off my lap. Babies and cats have always loved me...
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