Here at my place of business, I have a pet peeve.
Okay, well I have several, but I'm just going to focus on one for the moment.
The "security system" we have at this building consists of a breezeway with a locked door and a phone. Should you come to this door, you have two options:
1) Use the phone and the instructions provided to call me so you may identify yourself and then I will come let you in
2) Ignore the phone and knock really loudly until I hear you and come let you in
While the second one is a little irritating, it's effective and gets the same result.
Now, in the morning, we receive several deliveries from FedEx, UPS, Campus mail and, of course, the USPS. I generally prop the door open for a few hours so they can come in with less of a hassle.
If I forget to prop the door open, the first three will either call me or knock on the door. They've got boxes and packages, so in this case, I find the knocking to be totally understandable.
The USPS, however, will simply leave the tub of mail at the locked door and drive off, without picking up the outgoing mail.
Today, I forgot to prop the door open, but I heard her drop off the tub. So, I ran (and I do mean RAN) from my office and saw her sprinting back to the mail truck, as though she knew I was right behind her. I even yelled, "No, come back!" It didn't matter, for she was already back to the safety of her van.
What took place for the next ten minutes may only be described as a serious hissy fit.
I was throwing things, very forcefully chucking envelopes into their respective cubbies and, of course, talking to myself. The discussion I was having with myself wasn't that quiet mumbling you often see or hear about. Nay, this was a straight up tantrum I was having that probably sounded a little bit like this:
"GOD FORBID she actually pick UP the mail. I mean, who REALLY NEEDS their mail to go out on a REGULAR BASIS? IN FACT, why don't I come to HER and just come GET THE MAIL? THAT WAY, she never has to actually LEAVE the comfort of HER OWN HOME! AND BY ALL MEANS, don't knock or anything, because then I might LET YOU IN and help you, I don't know, DO YOUR JOB!"
Now, you might be thinking, "Sara, is your world so small that you have to get this jacked up over something so stupid and insignificant?"
Yes, yes it is.
My perspective is a little skewed right now as I don't have a lot going on and I'm in somewhat of a waiting period. I've got three months where I'm just hanging out until I head to North Carolina, and I'm not doing much else.
In the meantime, I think I get bored so I get all worked up over little things to keep me entertained.
Either way, I should take it down a notch and try to remember that there are more important things going on in the world. Even if the mail DOES get picked up, there is still poverty and suffering in the world.
Plus, the USPS can eat my poo.
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3 comments:
I love this...and you. And I really love the part about the door. We have an intercom system AND a buzzer at our front door, so, two options. And people just stand there like goobers and punch the buttons like chimps in a science experiment. I finally have to yell at them in the intercom, "OPEN THE DOOR." Sheez! :)
You are cracking me up girlie. At my old job I used to nearly get run over by the Fed Ex truck at least once a week. I'm not sure she actually stopped the truck and I'm pretty confident she didn't pick up packages either. Stopping by from SITS. I'll be back!
I love you both for validating my crazy. Thanks for visiting, SCS!
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