I have been engaged in an ongoing battle with my local post office. I admit that I am not overly fond of my postal delivery person. The person we had at our old house was so friendly and helpful. The one on this new route keeps to himself and seems a bit put out if he has to walk up to my front door and deliver mail because there is a package that won’t fit into the box.
Sometimes he delivers mail to me with the right house number but wrong street. I once worked as a Civil Servant and I remember taking the exam – one had to show an aptitude for alphabetizing and ordering numbers in sequence and you had to know HOW TO READ. Apparently, my postal service delivery person is slipping in his skills set. Then again if I drove a funky little truck around all day from mailbox to mailbox I would probably zone out sometimes, too.
Today I was doing some bills and it dawned on me my monthly bill (for the astronomically expensive refrigerator and Jenn-Air stove) that we bought at Blowes, er I mean, Home Despot; no that’s not right it was Smears; then again, maybe not — had not arrived. Now it’s one of those deals where the entire amount isn’t due until September (and you pay no interest if the amount is paid in full by then) so I wasn’t that worried that I would be “dinged” for not making a payment. In this deal I don’t actually have to make a payment. Are you with me so far? Well the issue here is the payment is normally due on the 17th of the month – but I never received a statement for the month of March.
So I called customer service at “that store” and said…blah, blah, blah, no statement… and the nice lady proceeded to explain in a very patient voice that I didn’t NEED to make a payment. I very patiently explained THAT wasn’t my point…my point was I never received the statement and would she kindly send a duplicate for my records? Sheesh – it was a painful conversation.
But back to the USPS – my postal guy usually arrives at my house around 3 pm. So around 3 pm I saw him coming up the street and went outside to meet him. We actually had a nice chat — our first in almost 7 years!!! I registered my alarm (in the kindest way possible and without actually punching him in his postal proboscis) at not receiving a bill that should have been here two weeks ago and he sympathized with me but it’s not his problem. (It’s never anyone’s problem — I have brought this to the attention of the supervisor at the actual post office since it has happened several times now and they don’t care either really.) Although, in defense of my postal person, I understand it is not his fault – it is no doubt the fault of whoever does the sorting at wherever they sort the mail – East Timbuktu or someplace. Nevertheless, it is frustrating.
And now the public is being gently warned that there is a very good chance we will lose our Saturday mail delivery. Well crap on a crutch…they can’t get the right mail delivered to me on other days — at least on Saturday I won’t have to worry about not receiving something or receiving mail that belongs a block away. So USPS? I feel like I’m playing Where’s Waldo with my “that store” bill. Grrrr.
I reserve the right to go Postal…sigh…