I'm trying to figure out if it's me, or if it's the postal workers at one of the post offices downtown. I have been in the post office that's closest to my office twice in the last two weeks, and both times I was treated with disrespect and rudeness. Today, the jerk - and I confess, I actually called him a jerk - behind the counter was rude and ignorant, and I didn't care to waste money getting docked to take the time to request that his supervisor or the postmaster come to the counter. I'm not going there again. Anything that has to get mailed is going to have to wait until the weekend when I can go to my local post office, where everyone is friendly and happy to see me.
Geez - is it the heat? Or is it that some people just cannot be bothered to have good manners anymore? You know, there's really just no excuse for bad manners, and I'm a little ashamed that I lost my cool enough to actually call that guy a jerk. For all I know he's got a miserable life. Still, my taxes help pay his federal salary - I don't deserve to be told "you clearly don't know what you're doing" because I pointed out that the automated machine gave me one rate of postage and refused to print a stamp while he gave me a different rate and his snotty attitude.
Oh well - so it goes. As my Iona sister, Tori is wont to say: "Next!"
It is finally summer in Chicagoland, and it was a hot one today - on my walk to the train today I was reminded that yes, I do have asthma. I'm fine, and I didn't need to use my inhaler, but I could feel my lungs complaining by the time I made it to the station.
Hot Town, Summer in the City - I'm going to have John Sebastian's voice in my head all night long now.
:-) Keep cool.