Postal Service Vent
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Yesterday, when I got home, the doorman told me that the postal delivery person tried to delivery a letter to me with 46 cents due. Obviously I was not home. The doorman offered to pay for letter but wasn't allowed to because he couldn't present two proofs (one with a picture) that he was me. So this morning I went to the post office to get the letter. The pickup window was closed and the clerks at the other two windows weren't very helpful (actually, they claimed it was not their job). So I had to get the head of the post office who was in the lobby talking on her cel phone (another favorite vent of mine). Finally, she got off the phone and offered to get the letter, which she couldn't locate for about 20 minutes. Then I had to sign for it, show two proofs of identity, and pay the 46 cents (which I did with 26 pennies and 4 nickels which got them annoyed at me).
Right now I am extremely perturbed (how's that for a diplomatic term). Anyone else had problems with the post office?
Right now I am extremely perturbed (how's that for a diplomatic term). Anyone else had problems with the post office?
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Nice touch, Whatever, on paying with pennies and nickels.
No I don't, nor never have worked for the PO and the only person I ever knew who did was my brother while he was in college, and that was over 30 years ago
The current postmaster changed time cards on employees when she went over her "allotted" time for a mandatory meeting. It was supposed to be 15 minutes and she went to 45. When employees wrote in 45, she changed it to 15. Postal inspectors had to be called in on her for this.
On my brother's route, he has encountered a nude man walking around his front yard. When he saw my brother drive up, he put an ice cooler in front of his "exposed" parts and walked up to the mail car where my brother proceeded to put the mail on top of the cooler. Another day he saw a group of pigs running thru a house where the front and back doors were wide open. This is just a couple of stories. There are hundreds more.
No complaints from me if I can stay out of the main post office building.
Anne in Ohio
Anne in Ohio
I frequent three post offices that are on my way to various parts of towns and the clerks have been unfailingly polite and efficient. During the Christmas rush, a full-time clerk was devoted to helping people learn to use the automated device for posting one's own packages in lieu of standing in line.
Meanwhile, my mail carrier encouraged me to install my mailbox on my front porch after a vandal knocked down the one on a post at the curb, even though the curbside boxes were supposedly required for my neighborhood and my front porch box requires my carrier to park and get out of his truck.
Then I'll have to work on her acting like I've asked for her firstborn child when I send a COBRA notice that has to go certified.
Our normal postal worker here in small town Nebraska is also our postmaster. He's a sweet, fuzzy-haired gentleman that was actually excited when I moved here before getting married because my wedding invitations and thank yous increased their mail levels. He will order any type of stamp I want, just to keep business up.
However, in Colorado Springs, I would just about need prozac to do a bulk mail. There were different rules every time I went, and I had a 50% chance of leaving in tears. I also feared getting poked with a four inch fingernail.