This rant is about the postal service.
i have had to deal a lot with the US postal services and they are a bunch of sneaky underhanded snooks. Not only are most employees, there are a spare few who are not, snarky as all get out. But the website will tell you one postage price and as soon as you take your item in to send it off they let know that you are a complete idiot and you need to add more. I am beginning to think that this is how they are trying to keep from loosing their foothold in today's economy because i can send something from my house with the postage amount told to me via the USPS website and my little digital scale that a friend graciously sold me and it make it to its determined destination with no trouble and turn around and take another parcel of same width, length, and weight into the office itself and be told that the amount I've posted is insufficient and i need to add more, and its always a lot more then what i believe should be needed.
What gives? Is it because I've come into your realm of glue, stickers, and the ever present smell of masking tape and cardboard that you feel the insatiable need to railroad me with your postage prices? If that's so then how unfair is it to me that i get punished for having a parcel to large for my scale and not having the proper label sheets to print my postage from home? Very unfair is all i have to say about that.
Its no wonder that there are rumors of the USPS being shut down they cant seem to make up their mind as to what they are meant to do. I think it would be cheaper for my husband and i to pack up our kids and all the parcels going out into our car and go drop them off ourselves. We'd meet a lot of new people and see a lot of new places that way. Which could make for some awesome adventures and great stories to tell the grandkids many many many many many many years from now.
I can see it now im sitting on the floor covered in paint, clay, and other various crafting substances when one of the grand kids asks for a story and i look at them and say "well deary did i ever tell you about the time that your granddad and i packed packed a weeks worth of closes, your mom/, aunt /uncle, and about six different letters and made our way to Vancouver Canada?" The looks on their faces alone would be worth the price we would have had to pay for the gas alone.
I dont know i have some pretty random thoughts when places like the post office aggravate me and i start to come up with ways around having to deal with that aggravation.
I think will end this rant here and promise to keep posts like this few and far between. Thank you for allowing me to ramble on and as always remember to
