Done and sent:
Dear U.S. Census Bureau, ______ Region,
I found both of these e-mail addresses online. I wasn't sure which one was the one I needed, so I figured I'd cover all my bases by e-mailing you both.
Let me begin by saying that I am a frustrated person right now.
On May 22nd, 2010, my husband and I moved into the apartment at _______ _________ _______, __, _____ with our two house cats and guinea pig. We were both counted in the 2010 census at our previous address, which was in the state of Georgia. In the months since that date, I have been visited by census workers no less than 4 times. This time, I was unavailable, but a kind neighbor took the notice from the census worker and gave it to me at his earliest convenience. The first three times, I answered the door myself, and each time I told the census worker calmly, kindly, and very specifically that we had already been counted, and that the only way to find out whether this apartment was even inhabited on the census date would be to contact the office of the apartment complex. It's possible that they have that information on file, or contact information for someone who does. The name of the complex is ________________ Apartments, you can find their listing and contact information at this website: _______________________________________
Each and every time, the census worker acts like they're writing this information down on their official looking census form, graciously apologize, and promise not to come back. (In a way, they are keeping this promise since it has been a different individual each and every time). This is the reason for the e-mail versus talking to the census takers anymore. I don't want to call you, because I want this information in written form, that way nobody has to "remember" anything.
I am a normal adult US citizen, and sometimes, when I am in the comfort and privacy of my own home, I am too busy to come to the door to repeat myself for the gazillionth time. The buzzer on my door is loud and obnoxious, and to be perfectly frank, if I'm not expecting anyone it usually causes me to jump out of my socks. I'm begging you. Please take note of the information I have provided and seriously, (imagine me begging on me knees right now)
PLEASE STOP BOTHERING ME <---written in all caps for added emphasis
Sincerely,
Lady who answers the door carrying a large unwieldy crowbar when she's not expecting anyone
I found both of these e-mail addresses online. I wasn't sure which one was the one I needed, so I figured I'd cover all my bases by e-mailing you both.
Let me begin by saying that I am a frustrated person right now.
On May 22nd, 2010, my husband and I moved into the apartment at _______ _________ _______, __, _____ with our two house cats and guinea pig. We were both counted in the 2010 census at our previous address, which was in the state of Georgia. In the months since that date, I have been visited by census workers no less than 4 times. This time, I was unavailable, but a kind neighbor took the notice from the census worker and gave it to me at his earliest convenience. The first three times, I answered the door myself, and each time I told the census worker calmly, kindly, and very specifically that we had already been counted, and that the only way to find out whether this apartment was even inhabited on the census date would be to contact the office of the apartment complex. It's possible that they have that information on file, or contact information for someone who does. The name of the complex is ________________ Apartments, you can find their listing and contact information at this website: _______________________________________
Each and every time, the census worker acts like they're writing this information down on their official looking census form, graciously apologize, and promise not to come back. (In a way, they are keeping this promise since it has been a different individual each and every time). This is the reason for the e-mail versus talking to the census takers anymore. I don't want to call you, because I want this information in written form, that way nobody has to "remember" anything.
I am a normal adult US citizen, and sometimes, when I am in the comfort and privacy of my own home, I am too busy to come to the door to repeat myself for the gazillionth time. The buzzer on my door is loud and obnoxious, and to be perfectly frank, if I'm not expecting anyone it usually causes me to jump out of my socks. I'm begging you. Please take note of the information I have provided and seriously, (imagine me begging on me knees right now)
PLEASE STOP BOTHERING ME <---written in all caps for added emphasis
Sincerely,
Lady who answers the door carrying a large unwieldy crowbar when she's not expecting anyone