In fine fashion, another organization under direction of the US gov lives up to expectations. Don't think those are high expectations, because the only high part of the USPS is their employees. Without fail, neither Rain, nor Sleet, nor gloom of night can stop these folks from flubbing up my mail. Or so it would seem.
In the month I've lived here, no mail has arrived. This includes a diploma, a first salary paycheck, and a test letter sent from a friend in Iowa. Now, keep in mind that I'm only a recent college grad, thus I have little or no rights (I'm pretty sure that's in the Bill of Rights somewhere ... all people are created equal, except those meddling young folk, who shalt receive only hot air in their mailboxes).
I even went to the post office to see if I could dig into the situation; see what the problem might be. Arriving a couple minutes to five, I found the doors locked and an unfriendly "only people who arrive earlier get service" as the door was re-shut in my face.
Thanks, USPS. I'm indebted to the ineptitude of your bureaucracy.
