Post Office Blues

[thessalian]

The post office is evil this time of year. It's packed to the rafters with loud, annoying people who spend five-ten minutes at a time at the counter trying to work out fairly simple postage concepts, which makes the queue hellish. And that's just where you buy the stamps. The stationery section (really just 'stuff' scattered wherever there's room for it in the post office, with the service desk pretty much blocking the route to anywhere) was having some kind of one-day sale on what appeared to be electrical items - little boom boxes, paper shredders, all sorts of crap. And all I needed was one little box to put the presents to the Missourians in. Unfortunately, the stationery service desk only had one register, and that one was taken up for five minutes by some woman who didn't have enough money to buy both of the sale items she wanted and was apparently unable to understand the concept of 'one-day sale', because she wanted to come back for the second item tomorrow and get it at the sale price, despite repeated explanations that it wouldn't be on sale tomorrow. The second lady at the register, who was mainly dealing with lottery stuff, couldn't apologise enough that this slightly clueless woman was monopolising their one register and looked like she was afraid I was going to get rude. However, I read customers_suck; I know what's appropriate behaviour to staff in these places when shit's happening that's not their fault. So I put on my understanding face and used the time to find her exact change. Of course, I had my own attack of the stupid in that I forgot to include the card to the Missourians before I sealed the box. Thankfully, there was still a thin gap that would still let the card fit. Hope it doesn't get damaged.

Regardless ... everything's in the post, people! Rejoice!

Right. Now I suppose I ought to get back to the CoC settings page. After all, I'm getting people showing an interest now, so it'd be nice to have a fuller site for them to view. Just, what with the present wrapping (the stuff for the Missourians, dodgyhoodoo's presents, weaselbitch's present and Mum's stuff for Christmas and birthday) and running around at the post office, not to mention getting a nice little box thing to put homemade bath salts in for dodgyhoodoo's Nan, I needed unwindy time. And now I need painkillers. Stupid knees.