She's definitely going to go Postal...
Yeah. Saturday I went to the Post Office to hold my mail for my trip to FLORIDA (WHICH STARTS TOMORROW!!!!!!!!!!!!) I arrived at the PO at about 11:35am, I was in no real hurry, I grabbed a card to have my mail held and put my name and address on it. I stood in line because I wasn't quite sure what to do with the card, it didn't say it had to be mailed on it, there was not little box where the stamp goes that says "No Postage Necessary if blahblahblah".. So yeah, I stood with my little postcard in line behind probably 3 or 4 people. As I'm filling out the card and standing in line the Postal worker is talking to a Korean man. He's mailing things to South Korea and speaks perfect english, but for some reason the heinous Post Office bitch is speaking to him VERY loudly and obnoxiously like he can't understand english. She's asking him if he knows how to fill out customs forms and if he knows what customs is. She was so rude. The man goes off to a counter to fill out the customs forms.
I don't remember the next 2 people, but she was rude to everyone, then the next person in line is mailing a HUGE GINORMOUS box that has a rug in it. He printed off a label from USPS.com and the PO ho is like "I CAN'T MAIL THIS LIKE THIS, IT HAS A LABEL PRINTED FROM 3-19, YOU HAVE TO PRINT AND MAIL THOSE THE SAME DAY." The guy is like "ok".. She just goes on and on and on about how he can't mail it with that label, and he keeps saying ok, then I need to take the label off and pay for a new label and mail it. She would NOT leave him alone. After they figured out the label, she had a fit and said they printed the name on the box too small and they'd have to write it bigger on the box. So they go off to fix the writing on the box.
The person in front of me finally goes, he is mailing two normal things Priority Mail. It took him forever because of the hooker behind the counter. She kept making him repeat everything, she was so fucking snotty. I don't know what her problem was.
So then, it is finally my turn, BUT all 3 of the people at counters around the post office are done filling out their crap at the same time, so they get to go before me because they had already waited in line and they just had to fix something. *SIGH* So this other lady must have been at a counter filling out stuff since before I even got there, she was rude to her, the Korean man goes and she *STILL* doesn't like the way he filled out his customs form and says he has to include the prices of each individual item and sends him off to the counter again, then the rug people are finally set and leave.
My turn. I hand her my post card to hold my mail and she goes "Oh, you have to take that home and mail it from there." I'm like.. "Well, I live in an apartment complex, we don't have a place for outgoing mail, they won't pick up mail that is in our box." The lady repeats herself to me saying that I need to mail it somewhere else, only using different words. So I say, "It's not like I have these yellow postcards at my house, I have to come to the Post Office to get one and fill it out, why would I go back home to mail it since I'm already here?" Soooo now the lady is pissed at me because I actually won't let her treat me like crap. She says "WELL WHEN DID YOU WANT THE MAIL HOLD TO START" I say, "Monday". She tells me it won't happen Monday because I waited until today to fill out the post card, and that it won't start until probably Tuesday. I say, "fabulous, thank you, bye"...
Yeah. When I finally leave the Post Office it is 12pm. I spent fucking 25 minutes in there.
Heinous bitch. I mean, I certainly know that I don't like stupid people and that I have to talk to stupid people where I work.. but I don't think any of the people that were there were severly mentally challenged. The PO ho was just so mean to EVERYONE. She was going nuts to EVERYBODY. Not everyone works at the Post Office, we don't all know the elite lingo required to use the Post Office. WHATEV! It just pissed me off. !!!!!!!!
So I called my mom and vented to her and my mom was like "Yeah Sarah, that's why they call it 'going postal'.." and I laughed. :)
FLORIDA TOMORROW.
I don't remember the next 2 people, but she was rude to everyone, then the next person in line is mailing a HUGE GINORMOUS box that has a rug in it. He printed off a label from USPS.com and the PO ho is like "I CAN'T MAIL THIS LIKE THIS, IT HAS A LABEL PRINTED FROM 3-19, YOU HAVE TO PRINT AND MAIL THOSE THE SAME DAY." The guy is like "ok".. She just goes on and on and on about how he can't mail it with that label, and he keeps saying ok, then I need to take the label off and pay for a new label and mail it. She would NOT leave him alone. After they figured out the label, she had a fit and said they printed the name on the box too small and they'd have to write it bigger on the box. So they go off to fix the writing on the box.
The person in front of me finally goes, he is mailing two normal things Priority Mail. It took him forever because of the hooker behind the counter. She kept making him repeat everything, she was so fucking snotty. I don't know what her problem was.
So then, it is finally my turn, BUT all 3 of the people at counters around the post office are done filling out their crap at the same time, so they get to go before me because they had already waited in line and they just had to fix something. *SIGH* So this other lady must have been at a counter filling out stuff since before I even got there, she was rude to her, the Korean man goes and she *STILL* doesn't like the way he filled out his customs form and says he has to include the prices of each individual item and sends him off to the counter again, then the rug people are finally set and leave.
My turn. I hand her my post card to hold my mail and she goes "Oh, you have to take that home and mail it from there." I'm like.. "Well, I live in an apartment complex, we don't have a place for outgoing mail, they won't pick up mail that is in our box." The lady repeats herself to me saying that I need to mail it somewhere else, only using different words. So I say, "It's not like I have these yellow postcards at my house, I have to come to the Post Office to get one and fill it out, why would I go back home to mail it since I'm already here?" Soooo now the lady is pissed at me because I actually won't let her treat me like crap. She says "WELL WHEN DID YOU WANT THE MAIL HOLD TO START" I say, "Monday". She tells me it won't happen Monday because I waited until today to fill out the post card, and that it won't start until probably Tuesday. I say, "fabulous, thank you, bye"...
Yeah. When I finally leave the Post Office it is 12pm. I spent fucking 25 minutes in there.
Heinous bitch. I mean, I certainly know that I don't like stupid people and that I have to talk to stupid people where I work.. but I don't think any of the people that were there were severly mentally challenged. The PO ho was just so mean to EVERYONE. She was going nuts to EVERYBODY. Not everyone works at the Post Office, we don't all know the elite lingo required to use the Post Office. WHATEV! It just pissed me off. !!!!!!!!
So I called my mom and vented to her and my mom was like "Yeah Sarah, that's why they call it 'going postal'.." and I laughed. :)
FLORIDA TOMORROW.