In 2006 Congress passed a
bill that required the post office to fund their pension plan for seventy five
years into the future at a cost of nearly eighty billion dollars. No other
agency or private company has that mandate. So that was the first part of the
plan to screw over the constitutionally required department so that private
shipping companies could profit when USPS service degraded for lack of money.
Fourteen years later we have a crazy person who puts in a new postmaster
general, and that guy proceeds to kneecap the post office.
So that's where we are, and that's why my mail
that used to come every day, has stopped arriving. We have a regular letter
carrier who does a very good job when she is working on our street. However, if
she goes on vacation or has a day off, or if she is reassigned for a week to
another route, we get no mail. That happened last week. No mail on Monday, or
Tuesday. No mail on Thursday, Friday or Saturday. And I checked, none of our
neighbors got mail either. Don't try to pull the wool over a retired guy's
eyes. I'm home all day and I can see if there's a mailman on our street. Now,
did you notice? I didn't mention Wednesday. That's because we did get mail last
Wednesday. The only problem is that we got somebody else's mail. And the guy
next door got somebody else's mail, and the people on the other side got my
mail. And so on, and so on, and so on. The entire block on our side of the
street got mail one house off from where it was supposed to go. I went out and
corrected four of the deliveries. But hell, it's not my job. My job as an old
retired fart, is to call the post office on Monday and bitch at the person who
answers the phone. Seriously, I wanted to unload. But I couldn't. The lady who
answered the phone couldn't have been nicer, and so concerned when I told her
about the Wednesday delivery.
"Oh, really? Every house? That carrier should be
fired."
"No don't do that. Just
make sure she can read and count."
"Well I'll do that. Now what is your address and
name? I want to be sure we take care of you."
I hesitated. Would there be
reprisals for snitching I wondered? But she was too nice to do that, so I told her. The nice lady then assured
me that there would be mail. She also assured me that the outgoing mail I had waiting
would be picked up. That included a letter to Mom. So I sure hope some angry
person at the post office doesn't spit on it, fold it, and/or mutilate it. You
know, just to get back at me for being a whiney bitch.
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ReplyDeleteI live way over here (waving from) the middle of nowhere Mojave Desert in SOCAL, ironically in Apple Valley where an apple could never grow without $300 of water every month. I digress; what I mean to say is that we have the exact same problem -once a week delivery, and now very much later in the day as opposed to what used to be promptly every day at 10:15. Jeanette, our delivery gal is WONDERFUL, LOVE her!,but she becoming more and more despondent and feeling helpless, so I leave her treats...they used to be bottles of cold pop or a brownie or such, now it's a bottle of sanitizer, a homemade mask with pretty material or a roll of toilet paper, because no one needs a bottle of soda that has sat in a 110 degree mailbox for three days. Bad things are definitely afoot, and you are correct, old people with note much else to do are noticing...and voting.
In the summer I always left a bottle of cold water for our letter carrier. They reassigned that carrier and Now we have Monica who is very nice, but also stressed out. I don't know where they send her the other days of the week, but we get our mail maybe twice, sometimes three days a week.
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