Why I'm learning to hate the Post Office
1) For the second time, a Netflix DVD hasn't arrived.
2) My postal carrier routinely mutilates my mail putting it in the mailbox.
3) My local post office (which incidentally isn't the nearest post office to where I live . . . go figure) changed its hours to 9-5. Amazingly inconvenient since I work the same hours. That leaves me four hours on Saturday when I can go pick up my packages and oversized mail. Assuming I'm in town.
4) The district manager of my post office says the hours were changed by the local postmaster. The postmaster says they were changed by the district manager.
5) A package that I sent to Zeitzeuge Mark in late October never arrived. And I didn't insure it.
6) A couple of weeks ago, while I was out of town, my mailbox got so full that even my trash-compacter of a postal carrier couldn't crush any more of my mail into it. So he ordered my mail delivery stopped. He didn't leave a note or inform me in any way. Then after a week, he brought all my mail to my place and gave it to my super.
7) They're raising the price of stamps again, instead of raising the price of sending bulk mail.
Why I'm learning to hate UPS
1) They deliver during business hours. Which is when I work.
2) They don't deliver on weekends.
3) If they can't get the package to you they ask you to come pick it up. In Queens, the location is smack dab in the middle of the dead zone with no subways, which means a cab ride on top of the shipping fee. It is also in the middle of the Queens graveyard district, and when the zombies attack, I don't want to be carrying scrapbooking supplies or porn. Um . . . not that I ever order either of those things.
All of these issues would be moot if I still had a doorman. Crap.