Sneaky Post Office

So now the USPS isn't bothering to deliver packages to home in Chicago, instead leaving the pink form (that was clearly written in the calm of the post office)--saying "come and get it sucker!"

Interesting. Maybe that is a way to boost the numbers of customers who go to the post office and justify the jobs of postal employees?

Or is it just clear laziness? So very exhausting to lift a one pound box (times 2) and ring a bell.

The irony is both boxes were marked--to be left--if I wasn't home.
The worst irony was I was home, the bell works and I don't have a dog to scare the carrier.

Sigh. Bye bye USPS.

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    This is happening to me, too! I work from home so I'm always around during delivery time. I got the pink slip instead of my package last Thursday, even though I was home and frequently checking for delivery. I signed the back of the slip and checked the box requesting that my package be left at the door and taped it to my mailbox. The next day, I go to my mailbox, no package, and find that the mail person wrote "Which house?" On the pink slip instead of just following the directions. Uhm... the house that is attached to the mailbox!! Infuriating! I left a more specific note the next day, only to find the note gone and no pink slip so I can't even go to the post office to retrieve my package. This is the second time this has happened, I'm definitely paying extra for UPS or FedEx next time.

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