Hi, it’s me. The girl who muttered, “Oh, for fuck’s sake” when you were helping me this afternoon. Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I know — you don’t make the rules. You just make up the rules.
Sorry! That’s a baseless accusation. No, I don’t have the Postal Employee Handbook in front of me. I’m sure it’s a coincidence that we’ve only had two interactions with you and you’ve been a total bitch on a power trip both times.
Remember a year ago when my husband came in with our newborn son? A well-intentioned relative had the gall to address a package to the baby, and we got a slip in our mailbox to pick it up. You told my husband he couldn’t sign for it, because it required picture ID. From a newborn who didn’t even have a birth certificate yet. I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I came in twenty minutes later and explained the situation to one of your coworkers, and he let me sign for the package.
So. Today. I had a package to mail. All addressed and taped up and ready to go. But you wouldn’t let me send it. “That tape is unacceptable,” you told me. But I could pay a fortune to either buy post office-approved tape or send my package priority (in which case I could use the priority tape for free). Yeah, it was at that point that I cursed at you. Under my breath, at that. I am kind of a wuss. But seriously — my tape? It wasn’t going to peel off in transit. I wouldn’t have used it if it was shitty tape. But instead of examining it or asking me what kind it was, you just said no. I’m sure you have a very good reason. Maybe you’re psychic!
One more thing — do you wear your name badge backwards intentionally? I’m sure it isn’t because you know how impossible you are. If you knew you were hindering my letter of complaint, I’m sure you’d be embarrassed and turn your badge around right away!
Love and Kisses,