Recently, I read a post that left an imprint. The blogger wondered why postal clerks shouldn't be required to familiarize themselves with their own stock. Well, days later, here I am to repeat her sentiment.
More mail went out today. Lots of mail. Over ten pieces adds up to a lot. Right? Two packages were included, but again, I forgot two pieces. The first time I discovered the little . . . No. Make it three packages to go out, because I stood in line a second time to mail a small parcel I'd overlooked in the bottom of my bag. No matter. The thing that matters is this: The clerk who did business with me asked where I found the stamp I used on this envelope. Silly me, I thought she referred to the little art stamp I'd inked and applied.
She explained. She meant the Earthscapes stamp. I was shocked. That post office is always busy. They do enough business to warrant having the latest, newest, coolest stamps issued. I wonder what the USPS does with all the money they bring in. Sponsor the US cycling team? You should see the place. I took photos the past summer to show you what it looked like, but shame stayed my hand. When it rains, you put the safety of your hips and legs, and other breakables at risk if you decide to navigate the mop buckets and rain-cathchers that line the gauntlet. I won't mention the wet floor.
I refused to check my mailbox after a major storm once. It wasn't worth it. The ceiling tiles were . . . Well. This isn't about the shameful state of our federal building aka the US Post Office. But, I must say this. Would the government have paid for my medical bills if a wet ceiling tile had fallen on my head? Or, if I'd slipped and fallen despite the "slippery when wet sign?" SMH from sadness and shame.
Why don't they know if they have new stamps? I hd to ask for the new year stamps as the "firecracker stamps." They had them, but still. And when I asked for the "new Valentine's Day" stamps, the clerk said, "Oh, yes. We do." I grinned. Then she showed me last year's Love stamp. SMH again. Had to tell her I wanted the new ones. And, yes, they get the same philatelist magazine we get. Okay, wait. Would we be any different if we'd worked at the post office for over twenty years? I'd hang myself with rolls of stamps licked and stuck together, and looped to form a noose, if I had to do the same job that long. Get mad at me if you want, but goodness! Oh, and remember how "going postal" was coined? Uh hmm. So leave me alone for speaking what some of you are thinking. *wink*
Yes. Mail went out today. Lots of it. And, for the first time since Hector was an embryo, my box was empty. A lovely letter awaited me in my home box. And there was a package inside. AND . . . A package on the front porch! Yes!
So. Stay tuned for another give-away. It's time to share some of my hoarded goodies. Details? Soon. I have to do my share to help Dodson, D., with his project. Have you heard? Here's the word:
P.S. Do you think women should be on the front lines? Why yes or no?