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.