What the hell is the fucking problem here?
Customer (BonoVox) - 03/08/2005 09:19 PM
Mail to my apartment has not been delivered and returned to the sender as undeliverable, that I had moved. I have not moved, and have maintained the same address for the past two years. I have called the local post office that handles the Fitchburg Wisconsin mail, and have been told by numerous representatives that they would take care of it. Mail is still not arriving, or is arriving sporadically. I receive all my junk mail, however I am still waiting on banking statements, bills, and other things. I had my bank re-issue my debit card 8 days ago, and I have not recieved it. I am very disgusted, and expect some results, as the Fitchburg area office is either incompetent, or just doesn’t care. Please contact me as soon as possible.
Response (Dorothy) - 03/10/2005 04:14 AM
BonoVox, thank you for visiting the USPS website regarding the mail not being delivered and returned to senders. I understand your concern and apologize for the inconvenience this has caused you. Due to the complexity of your issue, we are forwarding this e-mail message to the Milwaukee Consumer Affairs office that has jurisdiction over the subject of your inquiry. You will receive a response from that office.
If we can be of assistance to you in the future, please don’t hesitate to contact us. Thank you for using the United States Postal Service.
Today is the 22nd. Netflix just emailed me that another movie was returned again. No response from the U.S. postal service. U.S. must stand for Useless and Sorry now.
You goddamn lazy, incompetent, useless pieces of shit. How fucking hard is your damn job. Why can’t you fucking do it? How many times do I have to call the damn office? I wish I could drop your crappy service, but you have a monopoly.
Fuck you for making me have to call my bank three times to reissue my debit card. Fuck you for returning our movies. Fuck you for returning our bills. Good thing we can go online and pay them. Whats that motto? Neither rain nor snow nor dead of night? Right, :rolleyes: It’s when our bloated lazy carcasses can actually be bothered to do something other than complain about how hard our jobs are. You really make me sick.