I'm LIVID at the postal service right now. Freaking FURIOUS. let me start at the beginning.
At my last apartment, my mailman used to eat my mail, then regurgitate it weeks later after the bills were due. While I'm being fairly facetious, my mail used to show up weeks later, crumpled, and dirty. I joked around with friends often that my mailman smoked crack and ate my mail, but I was half serious!
I bought my house, and prayed that I'd have better luck with my mail carrier. All was good for the first year, until i came home to find my over-stuffed mailbox was broken! He'd shoved my mail in so forcefully that the plastic flap on the top of it was hanging by a thread.
I was furious! So i approached him the next day, and he told me that it was his "substitute carrier" and not him. So I lodged a formal complaint with my post office. They said they'd fix it. 1 month later, nothing. So I complained again. I was told to give it a week, and they'd be on it. That was in December. Obviously, I'm less than pleased but TBH, my mailbox is not the main flame of my fire tonight.
I signed online today to check the progress of a package being sent to me by 1-800-Petmeds, which should have come already.
I'm fucking FURIOUS and LIVID today because I find that the package was fucking DELIVERED! I don't have it nor does the neighbor that often signs for me.
I called at 4:45 today and gave them the tracking number and after being put on hold for a good 10 minutes, I get told that the computers are "down"! WTF!
There's no such thing as "down" computers at the PO. No, instead there's the "It's almost closing time and I don't want to deal with you."
So now I have to call first thing in the morning and find out where my package is. If it's not at the station I'm gonna have to lodge a formal complaint and stop payment with my visa. maaaaan I'm pissed!!!
I want to go break their mailboxes!!!! grrrrr.






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