Today was a quest of grueling proportions. I'm actually almost too tired to tell about it.
It's Uzume's birthday on Wednesday, and Mandy and I picked her up a bunch of cute stuff. We figured it would be a quick go to an office-type store and easy Fed Ex. Not so. For our tiny not even 1lb package it would cost us $80 for absolutely NO RUSH Fed Exing. Yippee. What the fuck?
Well that took a LONG time, so we Mapquested a nearby post office. Do not let the quaint little shops make you think different - this is an area of town where the OLD reside (feeble, hunched men and women hobbling around on canes), who are mailing their life's worth of mail today. Wary be the young with things to actually do.
I have come to the conclusion - now, anyone who works at one feel free to put yourself on the 'exclusion' list - that all employees of the US Postal Service are middle aged rejects of every other job. They seem to walk around and greet weary travelers wishing to send correspondence to others with the attitude that their job is on par with cleaning up shit. 'Oh, you don't know how to do that? You came here and waited in line for forty minutes to get my help? Well TOO BAD. I shovel shit for a living so I don't care, even though I get paid more than all of you. It's a hard job, it is. -slowly moves random packaging around-'
I hate post offices, I really do. They are one of the most unhelpful, stupid, slow, idiotic, cold places to go.
No wonder email took off. Is there a paypal for packages, too?
Labels: birthday, mail, packages, post office
