I'm not exactly sure why there's been such an uptick in my PO activities as of late, but there has been, and I've had to visit this particular branch each time, since it's closest to my office, and I can come here during my lunch hour. So let me lay it all out for you... in the past week, I've been here three times, and each of those times, I've been "helped" by the same blonde lady (Kathy). Each time is worse than the last, and today was just the icing on the cake. It was an awful experience, and left me feeling genuinely upset.
Now I know it's a Monday, and none of us are all too happy to be back at work, but this was RIDICULOUS... so much so that I had to come back here and re-write my review and dock a few stars off my initial rating. I mailed off my dad's Father's Day gift today, so it could get to him before this weekend. Simple enough. I had a shirt box, knew I wanted to send it Priority, and so I grabbed the medium-sized flat rate box for it. I was able to put the shirt box in there, and close both ends, even though the box inside was a little bit longer than the flat rate box... but as I said, I was able to close both ends completely, and it was still a rectangular box, not at all misshapen, perfectly fit for mailing.
I stand in line, ready to pay the 11.95 rate, happy that my errands were soon to be completed... and then I come up to the counter. Kathy: "You can't change the shape of the box. Everything must fit into the flat rate box." Me: "Well... I didn't change the shape. Everything fits. It's closed." Kathy: "Everything has to fit inside the flat rate box. Go get a box that will fit everything. NEXT." YEAH--she called for the next customer while I was still AT THE COUNTER, leaving both myself and the rest of the folks in line kind of incredulous.
Fine. I don't have time to play games. I went into the adjoining area, grabbed another medium-sized box, placed the shirt box inside, folded the ends together, and walked back into line, hoping all the while that I would be helped by someone other than my newly-found nemesis. Another man jumped behind the counters, and I was fervently praying that he or another one of his colleagues would help me. Anyone besides Kathy. Please. But no such luck, even after Kathy physically left her counter after helping the person in front of me and dawdled around for a few. She came back, and I was unfortunately next in line.
Whatever. I come back up to the counter, and hand her my box, and she tells me I need to fill out the "to" and "from" lines... I told her that I still wanted to send my box via Priority Mail, so I had the mailing sticker already filled out. Then she tells me that my box should have already been taped up, and I kindly informed her that since I was sending my package via Priority, and that I would appreciate it if she would please help tape my box with the Priority tape that was RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF HER. She tried to resist more than a few times saying I needed to have already taped my box. I reminded her that I was JUST here with an already sealed box that she said I couldn't use, that there was no way I could have taped the box (I mean, really, with what? AIR?), so could she please just tape it for me. She kept jabbering about how the package should have been closed and it wasn't her job to tape things for me. This went on the entire time I was at the counter. It took ALL of my willpower not to ask for a supervisor right then and there. I was BOILING mad. But I still told her thanks for her help.
When my package was FINALLY ready to send off, I was about ready to leave when she tells me that if I needed boxes in that particular size, it'd be best to order them online, and that they come several boxes in a package. I told her it was simply a gift for my father, and she ends the conversation with a "Well then, it's not going to be very helpful for you to order so many boxes online." You know what, Kathy? You're right. It wouldn't be very helpful. And quite frankly, my dear, neither are you.
My goodness, I can't wait until the Spangler PO opens up again. I'll be counting the minutes... read more