I am giving this review a 3 star only because the man and lady I talked to were nice and friendly…read more I would otherwise give it a two-star review. The lady seemed genuine and was very nice on the phone as well as in person. I called and stopped by Dale Store to arrange a raft shuttle for the NF John Day in May. The man, while mostly friendly, did not want to get my truck key out of or put my truck key back in its lock box, which can be accessed by partially kneeling near the bumper. Absolutely NO stooping or crawling is necessary to access this lockbox, a relatively secure way to leave a key for the shuttle driver. I had to argue and bargain with the man to use my lockbox at all, even though I'd just paid him a nice chunk of change for the shuttle service. When I got to the NF John Day raft take out on a 95 degree day, my truck was waiting in the sun, but the driver had cast the sunshade onto the passenger floor and hadn't bothered to replace it in the windshield. The truck was very hot inside. I had also put a towel down on the driver's seat for any driver to sit on. The driver had moved the towel aside so he wouldn't have to sit on it. A trip mate also used Dale store as a shuttle service. Dale Store shuttle personnel had left his cab light on so my mate's battery was dead when we arrived at the take out. We spent 20 minutes getting his vehicle started. I appreciate that this shuttle service is even available, so far out in Timbuktu. However, I will trial another shuttle service next time.

You're tooling along Highway 395, the Ukiah-Dale Forest State Scenic Corridor in Grant County,…read moreEastern Oregon, because, Hey! You like off the beaten path adventures and you are a Road Warrior. Only, you are a Road Warrior who really has to pee AND who has noticed that one of your tires needs air (this last part is crucial because otherwise you'd just pull over and do your business in the trees like the beast you are when in Road Warrior mode. Rowwr!!). Anyway, the Goddesses of the Highway have anticipated your needs because there, sitting serenely along the side of the road, is The Dale Service Station -and Post Office-and Grocery-and coffee shop-and unofficial Ranger Station-and Community Center-and really, everything else. Because this is unincorporated Dale, Oregon, population unknown (somewhere between 1-15), and this is where things are happening. First established in 1887, it was named Dorman, after James W. Dorman, the first postmaster and a hearty soul. The name was changed to Dale in 1891 and no one knows why. I mean, literally, no one knows why. The place does not fit the geographic definition of a dale ("a valley, especially a broad one") and there's no mention of a historically significant Dale in the historical records. So...Dale it is. Today, "Butch" owns and runs the joint. He, also, is a hearty soul. And a friendly one. And if you wanna chew the fat awhile after you've taken care of business, Butch is happy to oblige. He's got the beautiful, historical post office boxes still in operation. He's amassed quite a personal collection of once living, once vital, now dead animals, many of which he, himself killed and had mounted. He's got the sundries and the staples which folks who live out in these parts might need in a pinch. He's got serviceable sandwiches (pre-packaged) and country coffee. And importantly, he knows what's going on in his community. Don't be afraid to ask. For example, Butch and I discussed emergency services and the State government's "failure to take care of real Oregonians" (his words) while I made sure to avoid discussing 45 and our current federal regime. We found common ground elsewhere and truly had an enjoyable conversation. Make sure not to whizz on by when you pass this way. You'll miss out on a genuine experience.

Post office is always helpful at the Ontario Oregon station no matter what the problem they work at…read moresolving it as quick as possible just be patient.

My sister and I came here to drop off a large pre-paid package for a friend. The person who helped…read moreus was Damon. We went up to the counter and said we need to drop this off and that was it is already paid. He immediately got annoyed and said there was no shipping label. We turned the package around to show him the label because why would we drop off a pre-paid package with no label? He then got even more annoyed because he said he could barely read the label. He took out his scanner and dramatically tried to scan the label and complained it wouldn't scan. Instead of being helpful he was extremely rude to us about the label. Also he said he could not take the package because he couldn't scan it, but he could've just manually entered the numbers. This really made me mad because he was extremely rude and over dramatic about the package, instead of helping us fix the problem.

The Pendleton Post Office is a helpful mix of short waits, knowledgable, helpful staff and…read moredependable deliveries. Their retail people are likely to know your name and make good suggestions about cost-efficient, timely delivery of packages, tax documents and plain old letters - if you ask, they'll show you how to fill out their documents before your arrive at their windows and speed your way through the process. They are also patient experts in locating packages sent from other (haven't had problems on the Pendleton end) locales. They have a persistent, gentle sense of humor and some clever merchandise, suspect the rubber boneless turkeys was was local, funny effort. My mail delivery, even on truly tough (sub-zero, ice covered roads and sidewalks, large dogs) days, has been consistent. Single downside is their public relations - they inspire a scowl in diner conversation over the location of group mailboxes and business deliveries. Haven't had these (own a small business) problems, but have heard them more than once.

Multiple packages, multiple times not being delivered. When I called the post office I was yelled…read moreat by the gal on the phone. Talk about going postal!!! She said I was lying about what the slip, that was left in the box, said which gave me an option for redelivery. I was told they were refusing to redeliver because it was a big box and no room in their van. I was further told that they will NEVER redeliver a package that isn't delivered the first time. What I would like to know is why did USPS take on Amazon deliveries if they can't handle large items? If I wanted to pick up the large box I wouldn't have it shipped ‍ Customer service needs to be "addressed"at the Baker City location starting from the top down!! If it wasn't for the gals at the front counter being so helpful and cheerful I wouldn't have even given one star

Friendly greeting. Even suggested a unique stamp for my card. Very welcoming ( we were traveling…read morethru)

Slowest post office on the west coast!!! Every time ive gone in even during the week there are…read morelines that flow out the doors, especially during the holidays. They usually only have one person working at a time. Its redicilious. I prefer to go to the talent post office. Never a line and they almost always have at least 2 people working....

it's a post office!…read more ok for one, it is way under staffed, 1.5 people at the counter, the line is going out the door and half way to the self-serve station. typical afternoon wait in line is 15-30 minutes. COME ON!!! not enough lockers for packages to be put in, so then you have to go back in line to pick up your packages. takes an extra day to get packages off the dock in a shrink wrapped bulk to your PO box, so you can rarely count on the online delivery confirmation to be accurate.... that is pick up your pkg the day it gets to the PO.

I have never dealt with a postal "service" as incompetent as I have experienced today. You'd think…read moreUSPS would make more of an effort to value their customers like FedEx or UPS. When I first tried to call this location, their line was busy. Not the "sorry for the inconvenience, but our clerks are currently servicing a different customer" kind of busy, but the "we're not going to answer your phone call, so we're leaving the phone off the hook all day" kind of busy. I had to track down a back-door number from a friend, and when I did finally get ahold of someone, they couldn't help me because I don't have a tracking number. Now whenever I use UPS or FedEx, I can get the delivery tracked by using my address. So just in case you were wondering why usps is losing business, you have your answer.

I would like to clarify some things in Mike's review. I understand your frustration in not being…read moreable to get through to someone at the Haines Post Office. Maybe you are not aware that this is a very small location and is a one person show. The office is only open 6 hours M-F and closes for one hour each day for lunch. The employee who works there is in no way incompetent and is liked by all the customers. There is no "back-door" number to this office. So, think about it, one employee providing service to customers at the retail counter and by phone in a small town that has provided the best service I have ever experienced in a rural town, might have actually been busy. I would be curious as to how and where you get your USPS financial info from, last time I heard they were taking business from UPS and Fed-Ex and outperformed them again last year. And yes it can be frustrating that the USPS only tracks packages with a "Tracking Number", but that is why they tell you to hang on to your receipt, and is one of the many reasons they are cheaper and provide better, timely service than their competitors.

I was sent here for work to send out a couple of packages and the experience was fine. The building…read moreis beautiful and probably the nicest thing about the place. Small town means little to no wait, so that was appreciated as well, and had no problems with who was working there. Very friendly and quick!

This is an actual functioning post office full of history and beauty. I LOVED seeing this post…read moreoffice when I came with my Grandma to pick up her mail. GORGEOUS!!

Horrible service. They refuse to do their jobs. And blame everything around them. And when…read moreconfronted they claim it's my fault.

they never answer the phone , cannot get ahold of anyone besides an operator which is frustratingread more

It's an ordinary post office. It's in an ordinary looking building with ordinary and expected line…read moreout the door regardless of what time or day you show up. There were two employees working the long line and a third helping folks that were in line for mail pick up only. Since employee number three was helping almost nobody it would have been nice if he would have helped out with everyone else and thus putting a dent in the line. In all a supremely ordinary experience. Just once it would be cool to have swift service at the post office. Dare to dream, right? Don't laugh at me.

Do I love pain? Well no. But am I a masochist? Perhaps. Anyone who would go back to the post office…read moreafter the experience I shared with all of you a mere 6 reviews ago should at least read over the symptoms: 1. The condition in which gratification depends on suffering, physical pain, and humiliation. 2.Gratification gained from pain, deprivation, degradation, etc., inflicted or imposed on oneself, either as a result of one's own actions or the actions of others, esp. the tendency to seek this form of gratification. 3.The tendency to find pleasure in self-denial, submissiveness, etc. Ok, I'm definitely in the clear. However, as abusive and ungratifying as my relationship with the post office is, I need it. And it knows I need it....which makes the whole thing, well, rather masochistic. So let's get on with it. Today - 10:27am. I timidly walk in...knowing that after my last torturous experience, I'll most likely leave with a shaved head and a missing finger...you know...to follow USPS protocol. I am greeted warmly by two employees. I tense up and I adorn my fighting stance......wait......WHAT? "Um, good morning to you too?" I'm thrown off...but the hairs on the back of my neck are still screaming "don't buy it Laura...it's a diversion!" Not willing to submit, I begin to tape up my package...and one of my adversaries started approaching from the right. Preparing a swift upper cut to the baby maker, I assessed the situation...but he had an unknown object in his left hand...a weapon...a....a....an address label?!? "Here," he said genuinely, "I brought you a label so you don't have to write directly on the package." He must be kidding. right? "Oh, and next time I can tape that up for you...unless you usually keep duct tape in that little purse of yours." Wait. Is hottie postman FLIRTING with me? Or is he just into the fact that I'm clearly a masochist because I frequent the post office and carry duct tape in my purse? We'll leave that for another review. But to tidy this one up, the post office on 24th and NW Savier is clearly the bomb diggity. (Am I allowed to say bomb and post office in the same sentence? Twice?) I was in and out in less than 3 minutes, the employees were friendly, helpful, and ahem...attractive, and I dig the abundant parking sitch. Much like a great doctor, I'm not eager to go back right away, but it's great to know that I have this solid option the next time I'm in need.