I don't know who to be pissed off at the most...

The BBQ Pit
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Last week, my rental agency changed the locks to the common hallways and laundry room in my apartment building. No problem there. When I found out (they didn’t post signs–I went to check my mail and the key to get to the mailboxes didn’t work), I simply walked the two blocks over to my rental agency and picked up a key.

For about 9 days now, I have gotten absolutely no mail. None. I talked to tenants about 4 days after I stopped getting mail, and they weren’t getting mail either. I put two and two together, and started making some phone calls.

First, I called the post office, to see if they were holding my mail there. They didn’t answer that question. Instead, they told me to call the carrier between 7-9 in the morning. Problem is, he’s there closer to 7 than 9, and I can never manage to get a hold of him before he leaves.

Second, I called the rental agency. They told me that they’d given the carrier a key, but that they’d call again.

This morning, I called my rental agency again. Now, they’re not sure if they gave him a key or not, but they promise they’re running it down there today. Mmmm-hmmm.

Here’s the list of things I haven’t gotten in this week:

  1. A phone bill.

  2. A birthday card from my aunt, which most likely has a check in it.

  3. My registration packet from Ohio State.

  4. My rent check, which has yet to be sent but won’t arrive to me if this continues.

  5. My LSAT admissions ticket, which is the most important piece of mail I haven’t received. If something gets screwed up in here, I may not be able to take the test in June, which will screw me for applying for law school.

Needless to say, I’m pretty pissed off. If I don’t get mail by tomorrow, I’m not exactly sure what to do. I’m not sure whose screw-up this is, my rental agency or the postman’s. I don’t know whether to threaten to withhold my rent, or if I should call the postmaster. Any suggestions?

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YES! actually.

Whoever told you to call your letter carrier and ask HIM was an idiot. Call the Post Office at 9 a.m. Ask to speak to a “Carrier Supervisor”. Those are the magic words: “Carrier Supervisor.” Ask THIS person what the deal is. (This is the person in the back workroom where the actual letter carriers are sorting mail. He/she will KNOW.)

Five will get you ten that the reason all you guys’ maill has been stopped is a LOOSE DOG. As in a loose, dangerous dog that bites, or threatens to bite. That’s good enough for the U.S. Postal Service–they have the right to stop ALL the mail on the block because of one loose dog.

Go.

“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast!” - the White Queen

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P.S. You CAN actually call the Post Office number between 7 and 9 a.m., but since the clerks in the front who usually answer the phones aren’t there yet, it may just ring and ring in the back because nobody has time to answer it. Or one of the letter carriers may just pick it up, but usually they will try to be helpful. However, remember the secret words are “Carrier Supervisor”.

“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast!” - the White Queen

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Notthe and Drain - While I agree with Notthemama to a point, I would like to share my experience, as I dealt with the letter carrier.

After moving into the house we are in now from a place 20 miles away, I was not receiving mail either. This amounted to two paychecks finally. I got nowhere with the Carrier Supervisor, though.

Drain, where I DID make some headway was with my letter carrier. He did know the house, he did recognize my name (I had lived in the area previously) and he did keep an eye out for my paychecks. I haven’t had a problem since. And he’ll be able to tell you if his key is the problem, and then you’ll be able to get somewhere with the rental agency.

Good Luck - I know how frustrating this can be.

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For about 9 days now, I have gotten absolutely no mail. None. I talked to tenants about 4 days after I stopped getting mail, and they weren’t getting mail either. I put two and two together, and started making some phone calls.

First, I called the post office, to see if they were holding my mail there. They didn’t answer that question. Instead, they told me to call the carrier between 7-9 in the morning. Problem is, he’s there closer to 7 than 9, and I can never manage to get a hold of him before he leaves.

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You know, it’s funny that a sockfucker would bump this thread I completely forgot about, because I’m STILL having problems with my mail service.

Two weeks before my trip to take the LSAT and visit Brian in Raleigh, I put a hold on my mail. You know, so they won’t deliver it while I’m gone. I have a very small locked mailbox, and if I get a lot of catalogs, it gets full. When the mailbox gets full, my mailman SENDS THE MAIL BACK. So I put a hold on my mail, figuring I’d just pick it all back up when I got back.

Of course, as you might have predicted, I get back to a full mailbox. Not sure who ignored the hold, but someone did. Also not sure if anything important was sent back–if a bill gets sent back, they’ll usually call, but I haven’t gotten any calls. Also haven’t gotten my long distance bill, which probably should have arrived by now.

Grrr. If the USPS were a business, I would have stopped patronizing them long ago. Unfortunately, I’m stuck with the world’s lousiest service. Not sure what to do.

Thanks, sockfucker! Now I don’t have to post a new thread!

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I guess Drain Bead isn’t just a lame nickname.

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Nope.

She’d be your worst nightmare. That is if she even gave a fuck about you.

I’m sure she doesn’t.

And now, I don’t either.

Bye, troll shit!

Yer putz,
Satan :wally

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Tymporary Troll sez:

You know, out of all the things I’ve seen on the MB today, this has to be the funniest.

wipes tears from eyes, chuckles some more

Listen, troll. You have a mental deficit of some sort. Whether this was caused by being fucked up the ear too many times by your younger brother as a small child, or by generations of cousin inbreeding, it’s something you’re going to have to deal with.

And every now and then, that mental deficit is going to cause you to do some really stupid things. Like telling someone they have a “lame nickname,” when you are so lame that the only nicknames you’ve chosen in the past few days involve either your major personality defects (troll3) or other people’s nicknames. This both shows a lack of creativity and a certain pride in being an asshole that most civilized human beings (oh, wait, I think I’m onto something here) don’t generally enjoy showing off.

One of these days, I hope you get your face out of the cans of potted meat long enough to realize that there’s such a thing as an outside world, where, if you’re nice enough, people called “friends” come along. It’s a nice place to be, Billy Bob. And then maybe we won’t see you around here that much anymore, or perhaps, you might even be a decent human being, like Mike.

But somehow, I doubt it. So here’s what I want you to do.

Find your dick. You know, that little thing buried behind that one little hair, kinda like a mole, only smaller? You may have to part a few of those rolls of fat to get there, but trust me, it will all be worth it. Found it now? Oh. I’ll wait…

…here’s an electron microscope–oh, you’ve got it now! Okay. That feels good, doesn’t it? Is it getting bigger? Wow, it is, you can almost see it with the naked eye! Now what I want you to do is turn off the computer. That’s it, turn it off. No, with the OTHER HAND! Damn it. Okay. Find your dick again. With your right hand. Got it? Good. Now, put your left hand–no! The OTHER left! Yeah, that one. Put it on the off switch. But don’t push it yet, you have to hear what else you have to do. Take your right hand and start moving it up and down on your dick. That’s called masturbation. Otherwise known as jerking off, spanking the monkey, fucking off, polishing the shillelagh, or a number of things that those kids are calling it these days.

So here’s what you have to do now. With your left hand–yes, that one, turn the computer off. Then fuck off.

…the truly ironic thing is that this speech will probably merit me a copycat troll, “lame” nickname notwithstanding.

Now, does anyone want to tell me what I should do with my mail?

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Get a P.O. box. It’s worth the $$ to get your mail. When we moved, we used one until we could get a mail slot put in the door since the assholes next door were stealing our mail. I wanted to put a loaded rat trap in the mail box, but hubby stopped me.

–tygre

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What really pisses me off about bad postal service is that the USPS maintains its monopoly through the tax that it may level upon all private carriers equal to its own postal rates. This makes it a true monopoly.

So why is the DOJ off busting Microsoft’s ass?
When Microsoft pisses you off you can go off to Linux, Mac, Unix, Solaris, SGI , O/S,…

(Controlling Rant)

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I was going to stay out of this, cause I don’t flame well. So, if anyone notices my charred remains laying around, please return me to MPSIMS or some other tame type of forum. BUT … when I noticed the advice to talk to a – Carrier Supervisor – I was laughing so hard I nearly fell off my chair. I am a carrier, and if you call my supervisor and ask him a question, he will put you on hold and walk back to ask me. If I’m not there, he will make something up to get you off the phone. Your biggest problem stems from the fact that you live in an apt. building. I have two of those on my route, and I am on vacation right now. I shudder to think of what my customers must be going through.

Real quick explanation of why apts get lousy service. Some houses do too, but that’s not built into the system. Most of the mail comes to us sorted by computer. When someone moves or goes on vacation and needs the mail held, I can pull the mail for that address out of the computer. This gets it sorted by me. Or my sub, or whoever they prop up there. The case it is sorted into has markers that tell any idiot to hold the mail, or forward it, or whatever. BUT … I am not permitted to pull apartments out of the computer. That would require pulling the entire building, and they won’t let us do that. It sucks and I will be doing a lot of apologizing when I get back, even though there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. Okay, I’m done bitching. One suggestion, though. I don’t know what type of box you have, but if it’s one that you open from the front, and the mailman opens from the back or opens the whole box, you might want to put in a note next time. Just tape it where they open the box so they’ll see it. Say something like “I have not moved … I’m on vacation”

Okay, I’m going somewhere that I’m not likely to get my pants burned off.

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Drain sez:

Actually, the USPS is far from the world’s worst, though sometimes it seems that way. Used to be it would take over a month for a letter sent from the US to get to Canada, due to Post Canada sucking.

I sent a postcard from Nepal and it took 8 weeks to get here. I sent a postcard from Turkey and it only took 2 weeks - some places are just more screwed up than others.

Oh, I guess this doesn’t help you - um, good luck.