Archive for December 20th, 2005
Okay this is just…I have no words.
Well, I got my mail:
and, in case that wasn’t clear enough:
It’s not as much as I expected, but it’s still a pretty big wad ‘o mail. And, guess what? MY F*CKING IK WAS AT THE BOTTOM. Oh, I hate this woman. There are only about three people in this world that I can honestly say I hate and she just hit the list – it’s four now. Bitch.
Not sure if you can see it but in that pile is a lime green piece of paper. It looks like it was around the middle of last week that it was added. Guess what it says?
Click to be as astounded as I am
Yeah, um…HOW THE F*CK AM I SUPPOSED TO GET YOUR BITCH-ASS INSTRUCTIONS WHEN YOU STICK THEM IN THE PILE OF MAIL YOU WON’T DELIVER TO ME?!?! OS-F*CKING-MOSIS? Are you KIDDING me??
And, let me refer you to my previous post and the picture therein – that’s WAY more than 10 feet cleared for her lazy ass.
I’m wondering if I should just chalk this up to a severe case of stupid. What do you think?
I have an update. I just got a call from some woman at the post office (not the postmaster I’ve been dealing with – who’s name, by the way, is the same as the little ball guy on Monsters, Inc. and I’ve had a helluva time not giggling every time I’ve asked for him. Poor bastard.) and I have been told that I did a ‘great job’ removing the snow, blah, blah, blah, etc. Do I get points for not screaming ‘F*CK YOU’ into the phone and slamming it down? All I said was thank you, I can’t talk right now, I’m busy opening bills and making sure none of my utilities are going to be shut off on Christmas Eve. THEN I hung up. Bastards. Goddamned mail-hoarding….bastards.
What’s wrong with this picture?
Okay this isn’t knitting related, teen related but it is sarcasm related. See this picture?
This is where I get my mail. Or at least, where I USED to get my mail prior to December 9th when my hag of a mail carrier got a snow bug up her ass.
Yes, ladies and gents, you guessed it. I haven’t received a mail delivery since DECEMBER F*CKING NINTH.
You see, we live in a somewhat dangerous section of the road – a section where cars/tractor trailers do not understand the concept of 35 mph being the speed limit (meaning you cannot go faster than the speed of light) – so we have to have our mailbox on our neighbor’s property. Therefore, we rely on our neighbor to shovel out in front of the f*cking mailboxes when there is a storm – or at least, have the guy plowing the driveway do a pass in front of them. Well, the 9th being the first ‘big’ storm of the season (big? HA! 7 or 8 inches ain’t ‘big’ and I can’t wait to see a *really* big storm) the guy plowing forgot to do a pass. No biggie, we thought, she delivered last year with no issues so it shouldn’t be an issue this year.
Apparently, it’s an issue.
I spent about 1/2 hour on the phone with the new postmaster yesterday discussing this ‘issue’ and explaining to him that it is a dangerous section and shoveling is pretty hard to do and she delivered last year so WHAT THE F*CK?!? He said he would have her deliver it yesterday. Guess what? No mail.
The woman drives a Grand Cherokee. Not a Honda, for cripes sake. A. Grand. Cherokee. I’m assuming that she drives such a vehicle so she can deliver the mail no matter what. Apparently that is a pretty big assumption (And even if the damned thing doesn’t have 4wd why can’t she get her lazy ass out of her GC to DELIVER. MY. MAIL. Bitch.)
So I called this morning (AFTER SHOVELING IT OUT AT 11PM AND TAKING MY LIFE INTO MY OWN HANDS. Oh, and taking pictures) and he said he would deliver the mail personally and ‘inspect the snow issue’ and get back to me. Oh boy I can’t tell you how happy I am that I took shovel in hand last night.
Can I tell you – there are other mailboxes on her route that don’t have a speck of snow removed and she is delivering to them. How do I know this? Well, since I’m stuck in this predicament I have been checking out the other boxes on my route (of course) AND he told me yesterday that we are the only people who have this issue. WTF?! grrrrr.
The other issue? The property in question is rented by no less than four individuals who all get their mail delivered to them. Why the hell aren’t THEY complaining?!? Again, WTF?!?!
I WANT MY F*CKING INTERWEAVE KNITS MAGAZINE, BITCH. SO DELIVER IT. NOW.
The NINTH. No mail since the NINTH.
That’s eleven days, in case you’re keeping track. I am.
