Going Postal

I just want to say that the guy who works the counter at my local post office is a tool. Everytime I'm in there, he's bitching about something. Today it was that one of the mail carriers left something outside last night. Dude, it's so unprofessional to do that in front of me. Really.

Every fucking time I have to send a certified letter, he bitches because the name of my company in the return address corner stretches way out to the middle of the envelope and he has a hard time putting the certified sticker on. Other postal workers have had the same complaint. So typically, I just take the sticker and letter and let them put it on to their own statisfaction. Today I had four letters. You would have thought it was a fucking bag of them.

He was like, "Are you going to help me with these?"

And I felt like saying, "No. You are a public servent. I pay your salary with my taxes. Put the fucking stickers on yourself. I don't ask you to make my collection calls, you fucking lazy asshole"

But I was nice and just got my dig in by saying, "Well, everytime I put them on myself someone complains. I just figured I'd let you do it the way you want." Then he went on to show me where to put it on. Fine. Except he didn't show me that the one part is supposed to fold over the edge of the envelope and he started bitching when I did it wrong. So I said, "Yeah, see, that's why I figured it would be better if you did it."

Jerk.