Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Everytime I ship something at the Post Office, they look at my flat-rate Priority box and ask me if I want to ship Express instead. Every single time. So much so that I complain at home about it because it always feels like they're trying to hussle me into buying things. "More stamps? Express mail this instead? Delivery Confirmation? Insurance? Passport application?" They ask me those questions every single time I go in. Every. Single. Time. So, I thought, hey, I'll mail this gift package Express after all, so it'll get there on Thursday for sure, before the recipient leaves for vacation. Great plan, sara! Except. When I went in this morning, the woman told me that she can't just add Express to my package. I'd have to open it up and completely repackage it in an Express box (which isn't the same size as my box which is lined in styrofoam and packed with bubble wrap so that things don't shift in transit). Um. Are you freaking kidding me?! So. I tried really hard to be sweet and calm with her, because really, it's not her fault. She did try to tell me that it'd get there in 2 days with Priority, and I had to hold myself back from laying into her about how it is rarely 2 days, mostly 3 or 4 days, and sometimes 8 days. Yeah.
Oh, and as I walked into the Post Office, I was barely balancing 5 boxes with my chin and the crook of my elbow and a couple of fingers grasping for dear life. The manager woman stops me in the entry area to ask if they're prepaid. I tried to smile and not move my chin as I said no and started to walk toward the counters. She stops me again to try and convince me to use the kiosk for them. Now, I'm usually a huge fan of kiosks, but I didn't feel like punching the screen for 5 separate boxes. Plus! There's no counter there! And I had 5 boxes I was barely keeping from crashing all over the floor. She stopped me 3 times to try and get me to use the kiosk instead of the counters. Seriously?
I keep trying to let the Post Office change my attitude and perception of them. But they keep proving me right.
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