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Dec. 20th, 2005 10:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ninjasinMy apologies to anyone who sent me mail since the beginning of December and recieved it back saying I don't live at 12613 Zuni St Apt 303. Because my name wasn't added to the mailbox until I did so myself last week, on Dec. 3rd, the post office carrier decided that I had apparently moved as there was no indication that I lived here and filed a "moved - no forwarding address". This means that until today, practically all mail sent to me was returned to sender.
Right now we're going to ignore the fact that somehow I actually recieved two pieces of mail this week. I discovered this situation concerning my mail today because the two packages my mother sent me (X-mas gifts, recipies, buckeyes and my 20+ year old stocking) didn't arrive. Mom had insurance on them, so she was able to track them from the Erie, PA post office to the Broomfield post office. They arrived at the Broomfield PO on the 17th. Today is the 20th and I still hadn't recieved them. I called the Broomfield PO and talked to a supervisor. They were going to flag the packages and call me once the parcel man came back into the office.
I had to go to work. So I left Rich some instructions to call me if the packages arrived or the lasy called back. She called back. The packages had been forwarded back to my mother yesterday because of the "moved - no forwarding address" from Dec 3rd. Nothing else the lady could do (I was calling her from work after Rich called me since there was only so much info she could give him), she removed the moved thing so now I'll be getting my fucking mail. Quite upset, I called Mom to let her know what happened. My mother is livid. She spent $50 to have them mailed and now they're coming back and I won't have them for X-mas. She's really upset and I know she's going to give the post office in Erie the riot act because they didn't even attempt to deliver them or anything. because I recieved mail this week, from Mom nonetheless, I had no idea this thing had been filed at the post office. I don't know what Mom's going to do. She wants me to have them for X-mas, but at this point I don't think it's an option. I do know she'll make a point to the post office people that had she used another delivery servbice such as UPS or FedEx, I would have had the packages on time. Mom should recieve them either tomorrow or Thursday. Not enough time.
I then had to go back to work and I so much didn't want to be there. First of all, it was suppoised to be my day off, but I picked up a shift because we fired someone and I needed it. And then I spent from about 4:30pm - 6:00pm trying my damndest not to cry. I so wanted to bawl. I know it seems petty, but I wanted my stocking and some feeling of being with my family X-mas day. Mom was going to call X-mas morning and have me open a few of the gifts while on the phone with her and my siblings. Now I don't get the chance. I don't get the X-mas cookies I love. I'm still getting the call and can talk to everyone, but I lose the feeling of participating in it all with my family.
If it wasn't for me getting to see Cameron on X-mas, my X-mas would seriously suck. And now that I'm home and finsihed writing this. now I cry. Over two misdirected packages. *sighs* At least I have beer.
Right now we're going to ignore the fact that somehow I actually recieved two pieces of mail this week. I discovered this situation concerning my mail today because the two packages my mother sent me (X-mas gifts, recipies, buckeyes and my 20+ year old stocking) didn't arrive. Mom had insurance on them, so she was able to track them from the Erie, PA post office to the Broomfield post office. They arrived at the Broomfield PO on the 17th. Today is the 20th and I still hadn't recieved them. I called the Broomfield PO and talked to a supervisor. They were going to flag the packages and call me once the parcel man came back into the office.
I had to go to work. So I left Rich some instructions to call me if the packages arrived or the lasy called back. She called back. The packages had been forwarded back to my mother yesterday because of the "moved - no forwarding address" from Dec 3rd. Nothing else the lady could do (I was calling her from work after Rich called me since there was only so much info she could give him), she removed the moved thing so now I'll be getting my fucking mail. Quite upset, I called Mom to let her know what happened. My mother is livid. She spent $50 to have them mailed and now they're coming back and I won't have them for X-mas. She's really upset and I know she's going to give the post office in Erie the riot act because they didn't even attempt to deliver them or anything. because I recieved mail this week, from Mom nonetheless, I had no idea this thing had been filed at the post office. I don't know what Mom's going to do. She wants me to have them for X-mas, but at this point I don't think it's an option. I do know she'll make a point to the post office people that had she used another delivery servbice such as UPS or FedEx, I would have had the packages on time. Mom should recieve them either tomorrow or Thursday. Not enough time.
I then had to go back to work and I so much didn't want to be there. First of all, it was suppoised to be my day off, but I picked up a shift because we fired someone and I needed it. And then I spent from about 4:30pm - 6:00pm trying my damndest not to cry. I so wanted to bawl. I know it seems petty, but I wanted my stocking and some feeling of being with my family X-mas day. Mom was going to call X-mas morning and have me open a few of the gifts while on the phone with her and my siblings. Now I don't get the chance. I don't get the X-mas cookies I love. I'm still getting the call and can talk to everyone, but I lose the feeling of participating in it all with my family.
If it wasn't for me getting to see Cameron on X-mas, my X-mas would seriously suck. And now that I'm home and finsihed writing this. now I cry. Over two misdirected packages. *sighs* At least I have beer.
