#19

The keeper of the key.... 

Part of my job at work is to pick up the mail that is delivered to three (3) different departments within IHG. These rows of silver and black are part of my everyday routine and have been for the past seven (7) years.

Along the way I have had some pretty crazy experience, met some crazy people and some that have annoyed the dirt from under my fingernails. (kidding, I keep my nails clean and short).... LOL

Let me start with crazy experiences... Recently I signed for a package back on December 7, 2011 that was apparently given to me in error.  Being that I get international packages all the time, nothing seemed to be different about this particular one.  ANYWAY... One day I walked into the Post Office and went directly to my PO Box before going to the window to pick up my bulk mail... As I approached the window I heard what seemed to be 3 or 4 echos of Ambassador, Ambassador, etc).  I thought okay, this is odd.  About 3 or 4 minutes later I was approached by a gentleman that was dressed in business attire (management) who asked me if I was Lynda and if I pick up for Ambassador.  Standing there with a blank look I'm sure, I said yes... that would be me - is there something wrong.  This was when I found out about the package.  He proceeded to tell me that the Internal Affairs had been contacted about a missing package and when they did their research they found out that I had signed for this package.  Great... grrrrr... Honestly in 7 years this was the FIRST time that I didn't DOUBLE CHECK before signing or look at who it was addressed too... Anyway, long story short -- a girl that sits across from me got me all scared and told me that I could be prosecuted and thrown into jail... weak moment, I believed her.  After a full day of going through every file, every drawer, looking under machines -- that package was no-where to be found.  Now mind you - I get other peoples mail all the time and I ALWAYS return it by the next day IF I didn't pick up on it before I left.  Internal Affairs called me, I advised them of what I had done on my end to find the mystery package and after 2 or 3 phone calls the Post Office took the responsibility off me and owned up to their error of giving it to me in the first place... YAY!!!

Crazy people: This guy walked up to me while I was standing in line and asked me for the time.  I told him, I'm sorry sir I can't tell you the time as I have nothing with me that would give me the time.  The guy got mad and back-handed me on my shoulder.  I stood there completely in shock -- what the hell just happened.  Some guy saw everything and walked up to the guy and told him -- if you touch her again you're going to have to answer to me.... The guy didn't say anything and as he went to turn around and walk out he raised him hand again and RAN OUT of the post office... The "hero" escorted me to my car....what a FREAK!!!

Annoyed me: They have a bell that you ring to let them know that someone is at the window.  I walked in and noticed that there was some girl leaning on the far left side of the boxes and a guy standing about 1/2 down the aisle on the right side.  As I walked by them nothing was being said until I rang the bell.  When no-one looked I rang it again.  The girl leaning on the left side made the following comment "Hey, can't you see that there is no-one there to help you?" and then said "there is only ONE person back there and you have two people in front of you so stand back and wait your turn"... I glanced over at her with the look of , okay missy.  Proceeded to pick up my purse and get the heck out of her way.  A few minutes passed and the clerk behind the window comes up and says - "here you go".... Do you think I was going to go forward with Hitleretta standing there...hmm, no.  Hitleretta proceeds to the window and looks down and says "This doesn't belong to me"... the clerk said, "you're right, it belongs to Lynda"..... and so I proceed to walk up to the counter to get my mail and this Hitleretta FREAKS out and puts her hand on my mail and flings it back behind the door. The clerk standing on the other side had to honestly pick it up from the floor.  Hitleretta tells the clerk -- "You need to give the mail in the order to which we come in here".... the clerk said "she doesn't have as much mail as you do and so I thought that I would just give it to her so that she could be on her way".... wrong thing to say.... HOLY COW, really??? I waited my turn and wouldn't you know it... Happy had some signers that she had to check off and in doing so took up the entire space.  I had six (6) to sign and I'll be go to if she didn't freak out and tell me to find my own area to sign my papers in... By this time I had  - had it...My mouth decided to not stay shut anymore... "I asked her, did you by chance wake up on the floor?" She was not amused... She made some comment "oh aren't you funny?"  And I said, you know what -- my intention wasn't to be funny.. I'm serious - I don't know who pee'd in your cereal but you have some serious anger issues... A few other words were exchanged and I just gathered up my stuff and left... Costopo

And they say you have to worry about the people that work for the post office going postal...