There has been a lot of hype recently about the lame excuse for our postal system. Just last week I read an article in the newspapers about boxes of mail found in a wooded area. This mail had never been delivered to its rightful occupants, rather, dumped in a secluded spot, and left to decompose, while the mail carrier in question, went about his merry way. What was he thinking? It was months worth of mail he had not delivered.
I’ve read articles similar to this over the last few years so apparently it’s happening often. Even in our neck of the woods.
One of the clerks in our post office and I had a discussion about this as I was mailing a package. Neither of us could understand why someone with a good job with benefits and health care would jeopardize their position in that way. What are they doing when not delivering their route? It’s not like they can go back to the post office early, claiming they were finished for the day – that seldom happens with the amount of junk mail they are required to deliver. I say dump the junk if you are so keen on dumping something.
Regardless, I’ve never found much fault with our postal system except for the yearly rate hikes. But that’s inflation for you! It’s not your postman’s fault. I admit I’ve complained often of the long line of customers extending to the doorway when I drop in to mail a package. Where do all these people come from?
Maybe I’m partial to USPS because there have been many mailmen in my life. My mother’s father was a rural route carrier and during the depression years he was able to hold on to this government job, providing support for his wife and eight children.
My father was a mail carrier for many years. I think he enjoyed his route through the small town we lived in delivering to businesses. It was his social life until he got fed up with the politics and called it quits.
This was the job my first husband had when he was discharged from the Navy in the seventies. Also in the same small town, and he quit many years later because of the same political problems.
I can expect my mail to maybe be delivered anytime between ten am and six pm. That’s a long maybe, but I’m in no hurry for the stacks of junk mail we receive. That payment from the ROTC alterations better get here today though.
Many of our neighbors have complained of packages the USPS have left by their doors being snatched by thieves. That’s not your carriers fault. There was a package left on our doorstep last week and I completely missed it when I checked the mail. H found it when he came in, hidden behind my pelican statue. Thank you Mr. Postman!
Earlier this month Andrew called me for some information he needed from his car registration. “That’s on your registration in your glove box,” I told him. Then it hit me. I had forgotten to purchase his yearly tags and renew the registration in December when it was due! Of course he could get the info off the old registration but his tag was still out of date.
I immediately went into the county website and purchased the tag online to be picked up on the next business day. This actually happened on December 31 so I couldn’t pick it up until January 2.
to be honest, I haven’t gotten into any hurry to send this item of importance to him though, and continued to procrastinate for weeks. Saturday night I woke in the middle of the night and it hit me Andrew was driving to FSU for an audition on Friday and that tag might come in handy when he hit the state of Florida. He actually needed it regardless. What had I been thinking?
I couldn’t send it until today because of the holiday yesterday. Bright and early this morning I rushed to the post office and mailed the item in question, in a flat rate priority mail envelope, at the cost of $6.70, with the promise it would arrive at its destination on Thursday.
Don’t let me down USPS. Knock-on -wood!