two post offices?

dearest postal workers in the 19145,
i've written you love letters before, and nothing came of them. but i'm persistent, so i'm writing again. because mail is important to me. i buy things online, i sell things online, and i depend on your to get said things from place to place.
first things first: i work at home. which means if you knock on my door instead of just assuming i'm not home when you have a small package for me, i'll answer, and gladly take my package. the package is probably something i've been anxiously awaiting, likely something magical and handmade, and i would love to help lighten your load by just accepting it from you instead of playing this silly game with the slips and the having to go to the pick-up post office.
which leads me to the other important topic of discussion on today's love letter.
why, oh, why, must i go to two different post offices to send and receive mail. quite frequently, i have packages to be sent. and lately, with the holiday shopping season and all, i sometimes have packages to pick up, because you won't knock on my door (see above). well, fine postal friend, i'd like to see these two services offered in the same building. i think that's the way it work, oh, everywhere else in the free world.
instead, i have to go to the creepy warehouse at 25th and snyder (under the overpass, so weird) to wait there while you all ignore me standing at that door, despite my ringing the icky buzzer.
and then i have to go to 23rd and passyunk to actually mail the parcels i have with me.
wtf, postal workers? wtf?

much love,
your friend,
sara.
who just wants to send and receive mail in an efficient manner.

Comments

[alicepleasance]

Oh, I'm completely with you!!! ...really similar situation except I'm in Italy so I always have to wait patiently for my packages. Months, often... :-(

[Sacha Brady]

That place at 25th & Snyder used to BE a post office -- WTF? And, yes, it was creepy then too.

Anywho, here's my take: The letter carrier is just a person trying to get through the work day like everyone else...except with crazy citizens screwing with them ("Where's my check, yo?") and snarling dogs threatening them. Those on urban routes have more of a chance to get to know their stops--unlike those of us in suburban areas, where the box is by the curb--so get groovy with that opportunity! Leave a note on your door by the mail slot that says to knock if there's a package and/or where they can leave the package if there's no answer (friendly neighbor?). Then, when the guy/gal knocks and you're home to snag the goods, chat him/her up and brighten his/her day. Then find a way to put a nice bonus in his/her hand towards the end of each year (cash? handmade stash?) and see how wonderful a postal worker can be. Really. The folks working for The Man need love too.

Good luck, Sara!

[kerrianne]

Our postman (who was probably a FedEx man, I think) recently refused to re-enter the building to give me a package I had been (im)patiently waiting to receive, because I didn't sprint down to the door. But I did gallop. But he was TOO busy, and didn't have time to walk the five feet back to the door, so he left it outside in The Freezing. Touché .

[Sarcomical]

you are too damn cute. gotta love the post office, i swear. i, too, work from home and hate it when they don't even TRY to find out if i'm home. so frustrating. because getting something too big for the mailbox really is quite exciting.

[Melissa M.]

I gladly welcome the day when we can magically teleport our packages from our own homes. Because of the convenient after-work hours, I went to one of those mailbox shops in a strip mall to send out three padded envelopes of swap goodies. A week and a half later, two of them came back! That's a 33% success rate!