I know working in a Post Office must be one of the most soul-destroying jobs in the world but come on, you applied for the position, there's no need to be a dick about it.
This particular establishment though stands out as being so stereotypically bad you end up peering over your shoulder in case Dom Joly's standing there with a custard pie. Nowhere real has customer service this bad does it?
If you're receiving or converting cash at this place I'd advise you count it yourself right there at the counter. I'll give the grumpy old soul of an owner the benefit of the doubt by saying multiple times he's accidentally not given me enough. Think about that though. Multiple. read more