I am afraid of my post office lady.
I need to go to the post office and get my mail forwarded to our new address but the last time I had to talk to the lady who runs our post office I was essentially yelled at by a bitter 50 year old lady who is vaguely reminiscent of Roz from Monsters Inc.
She got mad at me because they mislabelled my package. The internet tracking said it was in but I never got the slip so I asked her to look and this is what she said "Do you know how long it would take for me to do that?"
I live in the smallest town in the world. There was maybe 10 packages on the ground. And it isn't like there is a back room. That is literally it. I could have done it myself if it wasn't a federal offence.
Anyways, after calling another post office, I got my shit but she was all bitchy when I picked it up from her and she said something horrible when I picked it up that apparently I blocked it out. I should really go over there... Maybe she isn't there. Apparently they are closing down our little small post office and setting up those mailboxes all over the neighbourhood. I am so glad I am moving in two more days.