ceebeegee | May. 9th, 2005

Oh, so Saturday afternoon "Andy" was not there at 4:00 and no one knew anything about anything when I called. I went down this morning before work to try again to pick up the mail, where they shuffled around, pulled stuff out of piles on shelves and then gave me...a magazine. That was it for a week's mail. I said that can't be right, there must be more than that. "Sorry, that's all there is." They gave me the name and number of the supervisor whom I called, only to be told, again, there's nothing there. I ended up asking "Mr. Flores" "what are you people doing there? How can a week's mail be missing?" and he fucking YELLED AT ME. No, you incompetent fuck. I hate to get all classist on you, but you are in fact a public servant and I contribute to your salary. Unless I verbally abuse you, you do not yell at me. ASSHOLE. I promptly called the USPS 1-800 number to register a complaint, both about the missing mail and the attitude. God, I fucking hate some service people. I give mad slack to them because I've worked service jobs myself and it sucks (which is why I stopped doing them as soon as I could) and I always try to ascribe the best motivation to a worker, but some of them just suck. They don't say thank you, they grunt, they don't look at you. (I will say, most of the people at this PO are polite, which I appreciate--they're just incompetent.) Do not fucking yell at me. I will go into full-on Blonde WASPy Bitch mode and run you into the ground. No one writes a better complaint letter than I do.