I needed to send a package to a friend of mine, but I did not have one of them priority boxes with me. Once upon a time, the mail man would carry some supplies for the public in his vehicle, but it seems that is no longer allowed. You can order them online to have the mail man (or in my case, mail lady) or foot your butt to the post office and get some yourself. I like my regular mail lady too much, so yesterday afternoon I went to the post office (sans gun but not unarmed) got the boxes and returned home.
I made the mailing label, paid online but it would not give me the PDF to print. The package appeared, had a tracking number and everything, but the site refused to show it to me. Just in case it was a booboo in the payment, I started from zero, made another label, paid and voila! The PDF appeared….and a double charge. So I had to demand a refund for the double payment and went ahead and scheduled a pick up for today at home.
At 9:03 AM, I get an email from USPS announcing that my package was successfully picked up!
Only one problem: I was staring at it because it was on my desk still. Effing kid you not.
I spent the morning doing stuff and waiting to see if anybody showed up. My mail lady usually delivers mail between 11:00 and 11:30 every morning, but she did not show up at the usual time. My idea was to just walk over her vehicle and drop the box with her as she filled the boxes with the regular mail. So right after lunch, I decided once again to make the trip to the post office, park really quick, drop the box in the package drum slot and come back home, (Yes, again without a gun) No sweat, right? Ha! all the slots for packages were locked for some reason and I had to go and wait in line to deliver the package in the hands of one of the behind-the-counter employees. I was already chewing nails and ready to express some unkind thoughts, but luck had it I was taken care by one of the sweetest young ladies ever who works in that facility. I am an asshole, but not that much, I simply can unload on a nice person because she happens to be downrange.
Deed done, I drive home, get there at around 12:30ish and guess what?
Not-my-regular Mail lady was at the boxes. I have no idea if she dropped by already or not and really do not care.
Burn the whole thing to the ground and rebuild it the way it is supposed to be.
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