God I hate dealing with the USPS. Spent an hour and a half roundtrip in mass transit getting to the post office to pick up the held mail from last week. I clearly stated on the form that I would pick up the mail there.
What happens? They search upstairs, then the clerk or whomever the hell the person was said "Yeah, it went out with a subcarrier. Sorry!"
Which of course means that I'll probably have to waste another trip there this week because the carriers here never actually bother to use the elevator to make deliveries (or if they do, they don't actually stick around for five seconds for the person to answer, or they just leave it in the hallway), the mail definitely won't fit into the tiny mailboxes in the building, or they just won't bother to do anything and I'll never know which bureaucratic black hole it fell in.
Should've known when I saw the clerk argue with three people on line "Go talk to supervisor! They don't tell me anything! Carriers just take crap and go!"
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(but my teachers hate me for it because they have move me around in their schedules and move my homework and make sure I'm in the right class roster and some other stuff). So good for me, bad for them.
