Title of the Piece: USPS

Painted at 3:27 p.m. on 2007-08-28

We have the worst postal system, ever. I looked up a package and saw that there was an attempted delivery last week. I emailed to see if it was going to be redelivered or if I needed to pick it up. The reply was simply telling me where to find my local post office. Thanks asshole. So, went over lunch last week and got the rudest lady ever. She barked at me b/c I only had the tracking number written down and not my name or address. She looked at the name and address and said “mmmnnn, I ain’t got that here” and mumbled for 15 minutes while trying to find it.

I came back, emailed again, told them how rude she was and asked if it was going to be redelivered or if it is indeed at the post office. The reply was him offering to report the incident. I wrote back and asked if by incident he meant my missing package or the lady being rude. The reply was that he can document it for me. I still don’t know if he can document my missing package or the rude lady.

I called today, hoping for some help. The person (no idea if it was a boy or a girl) told me that my package is at the post office. I (stupidly) went back and got the same lady. This time she started bitching to a co-worker, as I’m standing there, about how these carriers need to quit leaving notices b/c she doesn’t have anything and then she has to deal with the people and why can’t they just do their job. I was at the post office for 45 minutes while she went downstairs to look (which she’s not allowed to do) and then while someone else went to look. They still can’t find the package.

For added fun another customer was getting the same attitude, so we’re talking about that, as Miss Bitchtastic is away bitching. He tells me I’m pretty, asks what I’m doing tonight, says “oh you have no time for me?” and I say “well no, my boyfriend probably wouldn’t like it.” He then goes in for the kill and touches my leg. I backed off, told him to get away and never do that again. He looked shocked. I told him it’s not acceptable to go up and touch random people. Still shocked. I moved away, told him I was done and that he cannot just go up and randomly touch someone b/c it’s wrong. He apologized and walked out.

I hate the effing post office.

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