Why you gotta play me like that?
I received the following e-mail this morning:
"Dear Ms. Christopher:
The Post Office recently notified us that mail sent to you at the
address below is "undeliverable". Since your subscription to ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY magazine was paid for with a credit card we must regrettably cancel delivery. We have refunded $5.08 to your credit card account for any unserved issues."
I went to the Post Office BEFORE I got this to ask about my W-2; the supervisor wasn't there so I'm going to call him this afternoon.
This situation is really starting to fuck my life. The part that really gets me is that I DID NOTHING TO CAUSE THIS. We've lived here for eight months, nobody's moved in or out, I haven't submitted any change or address forms or anything. GRRR.
I'm also irritated because the subscription was a gift, so that money is going back to my aunt, not me, and if I want to sign up again it will be out of my own pocket. I realize this is kind of a petty thing, but it pisses me off. And my Rolling Stone account went from "undeliverable" to "suspended," so God only knows if I'll get another one of those.
UPDATE: Just got off the phone with the supervisor. He has no explanation as to why this happened or why it took three complaints for any sort of action to be taken to fix it. The best he could offer me is that it's the end of my carrier's route and he could be "fatigued." WHAT? You're fucking tired so you can't match the number on the envelope to the number on my mailbox? FUCK THAT.
If this issue is not resolved soon, I might sue. For reals.
"Dear Ms. Christopher:
The Post Office recently notified us that mail sent to you at the
address below is "undeliverable". Since your subscription to ENTERTAINMENT WEEKLY magazine was paid for with a credit card we must regrettably cancel delivery. We have refunded $5.08 to your credit card account for any unserved issues."
I went to the Post Office BEFORE I got this to ask about my W-2; the supervisor wasn't there so I'm going to call him this afternoon.
This situation is really starting to fuck my life. The part that really gets me is that I DID NOTHING TO CAUSE THIS. We've lived here for eight months, nobody's moved in or out, I haven't submitted any change or address forms or anything. GRRR.
I'm also irritated because the subscription was a gift, so that money is going back to my aunt, not me, and if I want to sign up again it will be out of my own pocket. I realize this is kind of a petty thing, but it pisses me off. And my Rolling Stone account went from "undeliverable" to "suspended," so God only knows if I'll get another one of those.
UPDATE: Just got off the phone with the supervisor. He has no explanation as to why this happened or why it took three complaints for any sort of action to be taken to fix it. The best he could offer me is that it's the end of my carrier's route and he could be "fatigued." WHAT? You're fucking tired so you can't match the number on the envelope to the number on my mailbox? FUCK THAT.
If this issue is not resolved soon, I might sue. For reals.