
NORMALLY, I try really hard to be patient and nice at the post office. Especially here in NYC because I'm sure you get all sorts of lunatics buggin' ya. I wait quietly in line, I don't bang on your window, I know what I want before I get there, and I always have my stuff packaged and ready to go. But today? Today I was grumpy because:
1. you said you tried to deliver my package at 9:30 am on Wed. morning. I was home all day Wed. and I took a shower the night before so I definitely would have heard you at any point had you actually rung my bell. And yeah I'm sure you didn't want to do a 5th floor walk up, but I would have come down had you rung. Alas you did not ring, and thus you lied about "attempting" to deliver my package. And we all know where liars go... hell-o! (old joke)
2. A man was nicely helping people, slowly, but helping. However, when I was to be next, he disappeared. Where did he go? I had not one clue. No explanation given. Just nobody at the counter. The only counter where one can pick up her package. The line grew and grew and nobody could get an explanation. This went on for at least 15 minutes.
3. The woman who finally came took her sweet little time. She was right, I kinda did fling my notice and ID into her little tray thing, but it wasn't like I slammed against the glass wall and screamed my head off at her. Allow me this one thing to exert my frustration. Did it hurt you? No. Did I speak to you and call you bad names? No. I am sure you receive much worse treatment all day long, so get over it honey.
4. You do not need to talk to me like that! I said not one word to you and yet you made snappy comments to me and placed my package as far away from me as possible. You ma'am chose this line of work and if you've ever been to a post office yourself prior to starting you career path, you would know how frustrating it can be on the customer end of things.
So today I was a little grumpy. And yeah I kinda did fling my notice and ID into the tray but I wasn't mean! I kept it all inside since all you hear about is how postal workers have it so hard.
Try fixing families who everyone thinks are broken and try listening to the horrible things people who love each other do to each other all day long and still be nice to them. Go on Miss Snippy Postal worker. I dare ya!
Thrown down by yours truly,
Maddie Thomson