Why the PO is getting me down
Turns out Cliff didn’t just touch my life – he touched everyone he came in contact with. He was E’s mail carrier and when he left – her block threw a going away party for him. She almost welped up when we were talking about him yesterday. No one can replace him. Meanwhile, I spoke to the PO yesterday – and here is a day in the life of a New Orleanian:
I went to get my hair done and M said I had an NSF check. I was surprised because I have overdraft protection on my credit card. Oh but let’s remember that my credit card got screwed up by “human error” and so there was no overdraft – but because I am not getting mail, I didn’t even know I was getting checks returned. Meanwhile, right before Katrina, the entire post office in New Orleans went automated – and now Big Brother Automation has taken over and is recreating change of address orders in the system as if they are new requests – so my Arlington evacuation change order got put into the system to start the beginning of April. In order to cancel it, I had to go to the PO and fill out form 3546 – a special Katrina form – to say I am where I am and could you please resume deliveries.
Meanwhile nothing I have ordered over the last two months has showed up – which is why the Raggedy Andy doll turned up “lost” in the mail.
My contractor sent me happy birthday greetings with dancing balloons, but no response to why no one is working on my house or has been for the last four days.
I could get grumpy – but it will all be better soon.