so I managed to get caught up a bit with postage, packaging and a few custom pieces last night. I was up till 5:00 am, music blasting and working, note this is not unusual for me on a friday night, to be working that is. The encounter I had with some crazy lady at the post office is another story.
I get there about a half an hour before they close because I have custom slips to fill out and well, packages to send. There was no one but me and the nice lady who opened up the door for me while I hauled in my goods and she left shortly after I came. About 10 minutes after I get there and start bringing up stuff to the counter in walks this mean old lady. O.k. she was NOT that old, maybe around 60, but she was mean as all hell. She is behind me and immediately starts bitching about all my packages on the counter in back of me. All she has is an envelope in her hand but apparently my boxes make her mad because she is making a huge deal about it.
"I don't know why you don't have these picked up from your house. You can do that you know"
I just look at her, give her one of those blank looks and go back to my shipping. I don't say a thing.
'YOU KNOW YOU CAN HAVE THESE PICKED UP FROM YOUR HOUSE!!!'
I don't bother giving her another blank look. I know types like this. My boxes are going to make her go ape shit. I'm curious to see what happens here. I'm curious to see if she can scream louder.
So crazy lady gets to the counter with her one envelope and starts yelling at the clerk who was helping me how the envelope was returned to her and wants to know why, she pissed too because there was no one at the counter when she was there. Because the workers have to go to the back room to put the boxes in the shipping carts you moron. There is no mailing fairy that takes your mail and delivers it. OH NO, you had to wait maybe 10 seconds for the clerk to get back. Calm down, this is not the end of th world. So she starts bitching about the letter to the clerk who is now helping her. Turns out there was not enough postage on it, so she pulls out a stamp out of her purse, slaps it on and pushes it towards the clerk. She keeps looking at me, glaring actually then she tells me this.
"You have a post office pen in the back of your head"
I reach back and sure enough, I have TWO back there. I take them out and put them on the table. O.k. happy now. This is a habit of mine, I usually have pens back there when my hair is pulled up. It's just one of those things. I still have not said a single word to this crazy bitch. Apparently my silence is pissing her off.
"YOU WERE TRYING TO STEAL THOSE PENS!!!"
I start laughing. Oh sweet jesus. I wasen't trying to steal jack shit.
"WHAT, YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY TO STEAL?!? I BET YOU HAVE MORE PENS IN YOUR PURSE TOO, YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF" crazy lady yells.
I want to open up my purse and tell her that she is wrong, but then I think I better not, This nut job will probably gank my wallet and take off with it. So then she turns to the clerk again and tells him that people like me who have lots of packages should have to have them picked up from home. I prefer to go to the post. I have the right just like anyone else does. Besides now I have a funny story for my livejournal. I still have not said a single word to this lady, just keep giving her these blank looks. So I guess she just gave up because she stormed out after she yelled at the clerk.
So I finish up my stuff and leave. Before I did I asked the workers if this nut job has been in here before, they say no. But apparently there have been assholes there all day long. That was like the 6 person that had a fit in there. Shit, I never see any of this at the main one down town.
What's funny is that later on I found a post office pen in my purse. Oh no, call the po po. I'm off to the slammer.
Note to assholes. If I ignore you, in anyway shape or form whether it is email, texing or calling me , or in person take a hint already. I don't need to spell it out for you. I am seriously becoming convinced that the internet is making people more rude as time passes on.
I get there about a half an hour before they close because I have custom slips to fill out and well, packages to send. There was no one but me and the nice lady who opened up the door for me while I hauled in my goods and she left shortly after I came. About 10 minutes after I get there and start bringing up stuff to the counter in walks this mean old lady. O.k. she was NOT that old, maybe around 60, but she was mean as all hell. She is behind me and immediately starts bitching about all my packages on the counter in back of me. All she has is an envelope in her hand but apparently my boxes make her mad because she is making a huge deal about it.
"I don't know why you don't have these picked up from your house. You can do that you know"
I just look at her, give her one of those blank looks and go back to my shipping. I don't say a thing.
'YOU KNOW YOU CAN HAVE THESE PICKED UP FROM YOUR HOUSE!!!'
I don't bother giving her another blank look. I know types like this. My boxes are going to make her go ape shit. I'm curious to see what happens here. I'm curious to see if she can scream louder.
So crazy lady gets to the counter with her one envelope and starts yelling at the clerk who was helping me how the envelope was returned to her and wants to know why, she pissed too because there was no one at the counter when she was there. Because the workers have to go to the back room to put the boxes in the shipping carts you moron. There is no mailing fairy that takes your mail and delivers it. OH NO, you had to wait maybe 10 seconds for the clerk to get back. Calm down, this is not the end of th world. So she starts bitching about the letter to the clerk who is now helping her. Turns out there was not enough postage on it, so she pulls out a stamp out of her purse, slaps it on and pushes it towards the clerk. She keeps looking at me, glaring actually then she tells me this.
"You have a post office pen in the back of your head"
I reach back and sure enough, I have TWO back there. I take them out and put them on the table. O.k. happy now. This is a habit of mine, I usually have pens back there when my hair is pulled up. It's just one of those things. I still have not said a single word to this crazy bitch. Apparently my silence is pissing her off.
"YOU WERE TRYING TO STEAL THOSE PENS!!!"
I start laughing. Oh sweet jesus. I wasen't trying to steal jack shit.
"WHAT, YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY TO STEAL?!? I BET YOU HAVE MORE PENS IN YOUR PURSE TOO, YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF" crazy lady yells.
I want to open up my purse and tell her that she is wrong, but then I think I better not, This nut job will probably gank my wallet and take off with it. So then she turns to the clerk again and tells him that people like me who have lots of packages should have to have them picked up from home. I prefer to go to the post. I have the right just like anyone else does. Besides now I have a funny story for my livejournal. I still have not said a single word to this lady, just keep giving her these blank looks. So I guess she just gave up because she stormed out after she yelled at the clerk.
So I finish up my stuff and leave. Before I did I asked the workers if this nut job has been in here before, they say no. But apparently there have been assholes there all day long. That was like the 6 person that had a fit in there. Shit, I never see any of this at the main one down town.
What's funny is that later on I found a post office pen in my purse. Oh no, call the po po. I'm off to the slammer.
Note to assholes. If I ignore you, in anyway shape or form whether it is email, texing or calling me , or in person take a hint already. I don't need to spell it out for you. I am seriously becoming convinced that the internet is making people more rude as time passes on.