My mail carrier, Danielle, seems to have a problem with delivering mail and packages that don't fit her daily moods. All of her daily moods, thus far, have been pretty 'meh', so I'm guessing she's a 'bah humbug' type of person.
That being said, I can take it one step further. Debra(?), who works in the post office, must be the maxi to Danielle's mini. When my mail or packages come in, she has, in recent days, told my carrier to send everything back to the senders.
Here's the real deal...
I just recently moved my mobile home to a lot that did not have an actual 'address', so a street address was assigned. I put in a change of address and was in the process of putting a mailbox up. They were 'keeping' my mail for me for 15 days, (unbeknownst to me, they were sending packages back to sender, AND I didn't even know I had packages to pick up). Now, my daughter was told it didn't matter which side of the road it was on, so up went the box. Great, right? Noooo...mail carrier says it's on the wrong side of the road, so no mail delivery for me.
See, the post office is one street up and two blocks over, and apparently if you live within a certain distance of our P.O., they don't deliver; you have to rent one of their boxes. The problem is that I'm disabled, I don't have a car, and I can't stand for 15 minutes without pain, much less walk that distance to pick up my mail.
That's why I was allowed to put up a box. I don't think the two of them are happy about it; maybe it put a kink into their well oiled cogs? We'll see. I know how to follow a chain of command, and I intend to do just that.
This saga is to be continued... (Because I don't just lie down and whimper.) read more