Post Office Woes
Before I start this rant, I would like to mention that this is what most of yesterday looked like here.
Take into account that cold weather and snow are not my favorite things in life.
And realize that some of this rant comes from
THIS!
(and by the way, yes it is way past time that I took the awning off my porch)
With that said, here is the way my morning went yesterday.
I had all the giveaways wrapped up in their nice little bags and tissue.
Not as fancy as some of you wrap things, mind you, but the best that I was going to do with them.
I went to the post office to get those nice priority boxes that they so generously provide.
I had just told my Mom to go to her post office and get some.
She said that they are always out of them at her bigger, city post office.
I bragged that my tiny, little post office always had them.
First mistake.
They had none, they were really busy.
They tried, but I don't think it was a happy day at the post office.
No problem.
We have those nice boxes at the shop that all of our 2011 bright , shiny catalogs came in.
I'll just use those.
Off to work, where I walk in carrying all my nice giveaway bags.
Where I come face to face with the Box Nazi, otherwise known as JWS, my DH,
who informs me they are all in the dumpster,
BUT,
If I get the broom and dig around in there I can probably get them out.
(Refer back to the picture at the top)
Broom in hand, I went to the dumpster.
Yes, I did.
But, before any of you winners get really grossed out, they were buried under other garbage which the Box Nazi didn't see fit to mention, so
I proceeded to dump, cut, turn inside out, and remake boxes that somehow managed to escape JWS's clean-up path.
Phone calls, golf balls, a couple of rounds of penquin bowling with Logan, some customers,
a few orders placed and a lot of packing tape later, the boxes were ready to ship.
11:50 AM.
The postal employees close the post office down at noon and go to lunch until one o'clock.
Does that happen everywhere?
I knew if I went there at this time with four boxes to ship, that would not make their day any better, so I waited until 1:15.
This is where it went bad.
(Again, refer to the photo at the top)
I load the boxes in my car and shut the back door, passenger side.
I start to pull out of the driveway and there is a cold breeze on the back of my neck.
My back door is not closed.
I get out and close it...and slam it again, and again...bounces back open.
I back up and someone manages to fix it.
Not the Box Nazi, but one of his buddies that has found some humor in my morning, but still has sympathy.
THANKS BILL!
I pull out, I drive to the post office. I get a great parking space right by the door, the day is looking up when I realize..
I HAVE NO MONEY TO PAY FOR SHIPPING!
I leave my good parking space and drive back to the shop, where of course the MEN that have found my morning so humorous are all trying to hold back the laughter until I leave again.
Check in pocket, I drive back to the post office and this time do not get the nice parking space.
I try and try to get all four boxes in one load and in my struggling some MAN
walks up and says, "Do you think you can get that all in one load?"
To which I reply "No" (thinking that this nice man is going to help me)
Wrong!
He walks by and goes into the post office and gets ahead of me in line while I go back to my car and get the second load of boxes.
(Refer to the photo at the top)
This would have been so much easier at 70 degrees with a light breeze blowing.
Finally everything is mailed.
Postal employees are smiling.
(They have a rough job at this time of year)
and
I go to cross the street to go to the bank.
Cars parked everywhere, I step into the street to look both ways.
AND
This pick-up truck with one of our nastiest, self absorbed customers driving, comes flying down the street and sprays me with slush.
Really?
One finished Christmas present.
Shhh...
We are not showing the whole project.
And another one.
With that said, here is the way my morning went yesterday.
I had all the giveaways wrapped up in their nice little bags and tissue.
Not as fancy as some of you wrap things, mind you, but the best that I was going to do with them.
I went to the post office to get those nice priority boxes that they so generously provide.
I had just told my Mom to go to her post office and get some.
She said that they are always out of them at her bigger, city post office.
I bragged that my tiny, little post office always had them.
First mistake.
They had none, they were really busy.
They tried, but I don't think it was a happy day at the post office.
No problem.
We have those nice boxes at the shop that all of our 2011 bright , shiny catalogs came in.
I'll just use those.
Off to work, where I walk in carrying all my nice giveaway bags.
Where I come face to face with the Box Nazi, otherwise known as JWS, my DH,
who informs me they are all in the dumpster,
BUT,
If I get the broom and dig around in there I can probably get them out.
(Refer back to the picture at the top)
Broom in hand, I went to the dumpster.
Yes, I did.
But, before any of you winners get really grossed out, they were buried under other garbage which the Box Nazi didn't see fit to mention, so
I proceeded to dump, cut, turn inside out, and remake boxes that somehow managed to escape JWS's clean-up path.
Phone calls, golf balls, a couple of rounds of penquin bowling with Logan, some customers,
a few orders placed and a lot of packing tape later, the boxes were ready to ship.
11:50 AM.
The postal employees close the post office down at noon and go to lunch until one o'clock.
Does that happen everywhere?
I knew if I went there at this time with four boxes to ship, that would not make their day any better, so I waited until 1:15.
This is where it went bad.
(Again, refer to the photo at the top)
I load the boxes in my car and shut the back door, passenger side.
I start to pull out of the driveway and there is a cold breeze on the back of my neck.
My back door is not closed.
I get out and close it...and slam it again, and again...bounces back open.
I back up and someone manages to fix it.
Not the Box Nazi, but one of his buddies that has found some humor in my morning, but still has sympathy.
THANKS BILL!
I pull out, I drive to the post office. I get a great parking space right by the door, the day is looking up when I realize..
I HAVE NO MONEY TO PAY FOR SHIPPING!
I leave my good parking space and drive back to the shop, where of course the MEN that have found my morning so humorous are all trying to hold back the laughter until I leave again.
Check in pocket, I drive back to the post office and this time do not get the nice parking space.
I try and try to get all four boxes in one load and in my struggling some MAN
walks up and says, "Do you think you can get that all in one load?"
To which I reply "No" (thinking that this nice man is going to help me)
Wrong!
He walks by and goes into the post office and gets ahead of me in line while I go back to my car and get the second load of boxes.
(Refer to the photo at the top)
This would have been so much easier at 70 degrees with a light breeze blowing.
Finally everything is mailed.
Postal employees are smiling.
(They have a rough job at this time of year)
and
I go to cross the street to go to the bank.
Cars parked everywhere, I step into the street to look both ways.
AND
This pick-up truck with one of our nastiest, self absorbed customers driving, comes flying down the street and sprays me with slush.
Really?
One finished Christmas present.
Shhh...
We are not showing the whole project.
And another one.
Thanks for listening to me rant and whine.
Today will be better.
Comments
Our post office does not close at noon, but some places in town still do. At one time the bank closed at noon but that changed about 15 years ago. Our population is about 1200 people.
I hope your day is much better today!!
Blessings,
Lorna
Sorry your day was a rough one. I am hoping today is much better for you!
*hugs*
Debbie
Ann-I LOL with the Bob "comb over story!" (know a few of them myself)
Blessings,
Sheila
http://seasonsofthyheart.blogspot.com
You poor thing & with the cold>>blowing snow! Burrr!
But sorry>>I had to giggle>>about the man just asking you about 1 trip & then walking by not helping, yep, LOL, a man( Not a gentleman!)
I so hope you recovered!Sounds like by 1/2 way thru the day! You needed some TLC( hot bubble bath, Bon-Bons, peace & quiet)
Honestly, I am so glad to hear I am not the only one that has silly>>irritating days!LOL
Take care Sweetie!
Hugs to you!
Teresa
Lois L.
P.S. The Dilltown P.O. closes for an hour lunch.
you do make me laugh though!!
Hugs, patti
I would have been crying the more I was reading I couldn't believe it.
Stay warm and safe.
Merry Christmas
and
Prim Blessings,
Tricia