When I think of my local post office in my hometown of Newton MA, I actually have warm memories of smiling postal workers who knew us by name, sifted out our junk mail when we were out of town "just because" - because they're so damn nice! - and who liked being part of the community. And mind you, their office is about the size of my living room - no frills. Matter of fact, I can STILL walk into that post office and get great service to this day after 20 years of absence. Beat that BH.
What kills me is that it's a post office in Beverly Hills, has loads of space, nice building, great free parking, safe working environment - but none of it can make up for that big fat sour puss behind the counter where you pick up held packages. Yes you know her - that nasty little manager lady with the anger management problem.
I stood in line for an hour and 15 minutes once in that line, waiting for a piece of held mail from my PO Box - and there were only 4 people ahead of me. How long does it take you to pull some mail people? What's going on back there - coffee break, a good football game, serious munchies? And if it takes THAT long, maybe you need some help engineering a better process - one that includes a working service bell by the way. Yeah, I love that they tore the bell out of the wall there so you couldn't keep interrupting them standing in the back laughing and taking bets on which customer would lose their minds next.
I actually walked in there, and they lost this guy's cashier's check - $25,000. Did I mention it was a certified piece of mail? You may think it's crazy to send a $25,000 cashier's check in the mail... but that's what certified insured mail is for dammit. And what happens? Of course this guy freaks out as Sour Puss Face looks at him with complete disinterest and says, "We don't have it" and no other explanation. So "manager" Sour Puss Face continues, "It's not my problem." Yep. Now THAT'S customer service. And when this guy basically says what the hell does she mean by THAT, she turns around and adds, "I'm calling the police because you are out of control on Federal property." WTF?!? We were all like, dude, we will still be here waiting for our packages so if you want us to explain what a bitch this woman is to the cops, let us know. Even the senior citizen lady next to me was ready to throw down.
The first time I left town for two weeks to go back to my hometown, I returned to find that Sour Puss Face telling me "If you leave mail here we won't keep it for more than 3 days." HUH?? Where is THAT rule written, in the "I hate my life because I'm a postal worker" guidebook? When I reminded her that they were supposed to keep mail for weeks, not days, she simply responded, "Well as far as I'm concerned if you leave it here, I'll just throw it away after three days." Not RETURN to sender, but THROW IT AWAY - yes, a Federal crime. I only wish I had a tape recorder at the time.
When I went to the manager of the post office, who of course was new, he apologized and said he would personally make sure my mail was forwarded, held etc., but when I did need it forwarded I had to call him personally to remind him four more times while I was away that I wasn't getting my mail. You know who followed up with me after I complained to the USPS head of customer relations, and called AFTER HOURS on their PERSONAL CELL to make sure everything was okay? My hometown post office manager in Newton 02459. Now THAT'S service beyond the call of duty.
I've left the 90213 post office permanently because they are corrupt, rude and they suck. You'd figure with that much attention on you and money from the city of Beverly Hills that you'd perk up and put on a smile once in a while, and maybe do your job. But instead, I had to pay these idiots to look at their angry pusses, and to have them forget yet another part of my life in a bin.
Get it together USPS - this place is an embarrassment. read more