My mailman sucks

Once upon a time, we rented a house in the northwest section of our town.  Not an ideal situation, of course, but it served us well while we were preparing to purchase a home for the first time.  It was convenient to Kile’s job and lots of faboo shopping.  There were issues, of course (there always are), but for the most part, I loved living there.

Our mail was delivered by lunchtime every day and I would strap Harry into his high chair (damn, that was a while ago, huh?) before going out to check the mail in the box at the curb.  Life was good.

We moved out to the sticks into our very own home and no longer did we have a mailbox at the curb.  There was a bank of boxes down the street and around the corner in which we had a little box.  Inconvenient, to be sure.  But the mail was generally delivered by noonish or so.  Sometimes it was more like 3 or 3:30 and those days were odd because DAMN, the mail is LATE today!  But… whatever.

Fast forward to today.  Same house out in the sticks.  Same stupid bank of boxes.  Except instead of getting mail at noon, or heck, even 3pm, we’re lucky to get the mail by 5.  I went to check the mail at 5:05 and WOW.  NO MAIL.  SHOCKER.

(insert much fuming)

According to the USPS website, mail delivered after 5pm is considered LATE.  If that is the case, our mail is late every single day.  Well, except Saturday.  On Saturdays, our mail is delivered around noon.  Why?  I reallllly wish I knew.  I have my suspicions though.

See, several times in the past few months when I have received packages that are too large for the package locker (a larger box that they cram boxes that don’t fit into our teeny boxes and then lock with a key which they then put in our teeny boxes), instead of coming to the house and ringing the doorbell or even just leaving on the porch, we have recieved a pink notice that says “Sorry I missed you!” and that you can go to the post office to pick your package up tomorrow.

You know, cuz it’s SO EASY to just pack up two small children and cart them to the post office to pick up a package that the stupid mailman is supposed to deliver.  Because you know what?  I WAS HOME.  I AM ALWAYS HOME.  I NEVER LEAVE.  I HAVE NO LIFE.  Just get off your lazy ass and bring the damn package up to my door. GAH.

So my theory is: my mailman is an idiot who thinks that everyone (or at least everyone who “counts”) works 8-5.  Why bother taking all that time to go to a specific house to deliver a package when you KNOW that there’s no one home?  Cuz they’re all at work?  And why bother knocking yourself out getting the mail there before 5pm when everyone works until 5 and it’ll be nearly 6 before they’re home anyhow?  If the mail is delivered at 5:30, they won’t know any different, right?

Nevermind the people, like me, who work at home and sort of count on the mail getting to them by a reasonable time.  Because, you know, they may need to connect with someone on the east coast about it and if the mail isn’t delivered until 5:30, that person might not be at work/online anymore because DUDE, that’s like 8:30 for them and maybe they’re putting kids to bed or watching TV or enjoying their lives as they should.

Let’s face it.  The mail is supposed to be delivered by 5pm for a reason.  A reason my mailman either a) doesn’t know about or b) doesn’t care about.  Which makes me want to go down there and kick his ass.  You know, if I could.  But I’m stuck here watching two little kids all day.  And when I take the time to load them both into the stroller and walk down to the stupid bank of boxes after 5pm only to find that the mail hasn’t been delivered yet?  AGAIN? For like the umpteenth time in the last month?  It makes me feel a little stabby.

Listen, I know budget dollars are stretched and sacrifices have to be made.  But sending something USPS still costs some money (more and more all the time, it seems), and as such, customers should be able to expect reasonable service.  Getting my packages delivered to my home when I am actually AT HOME and getting the mail regularly delivered before 5pm is what I would consider reasonable service.



I'm a thirty-something wife and mother with a penchant for movies and Doctor Who and David Tennant. I'm a pretty big dork, truth be told.

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