So I had to call the USPS because the online change of address I filled out did not “take.” ARGH.
A portion of my conversation with a US Postal Service employee named Tanisha.
(I’ve changed street names, addresses, etc., in this post)
USPS: Uh, so what is your new street address?
ME: 1234 Alaska Street.
USPS: Alaska?
ME: Uh-huh.
USPS: Spell that.
ME: Uh, okay. A-L-A-S-K-A.
USPS: -S-K-A?
ME: Uh, yes.
(Is this word unfamiliar to her??)
USPS: City, please?
ME: San Diego.
USPS: How do you spell that?
ME: (Good God) It’s —
USPS: Is it D-E-I-G-O?
ME: No. It’s D —— I —— E —— G —— O.
USPS: Oh, hahaha. I always get that wrong.
ME: Is there a third grader I can talk to, please?
(No. I didn’t say that. I’m a disappointment, I know.)
I am in NO mood, people. Good to know my information is safe in competent hands of the US Postal Service.
The last time I called the local newspaper to ask them to hold the paper while I was out of town (They NEVER do and I return to a yard full of soggy decomposing papers, but hope springs eternal), they asked my address. I told them. Then they said, “Oh, you’re Mrs. XYZ.”
“No.” I said. “I live in her house. I moved here SEVEN years ago.”
Seriously – they have been sending me renewal notices and cashing my checks, and yet they still have the old homeowner’s name on the account.
This person is geographically challenged, which is so hysterical when you consider the company she works for.