Every Tuesday I diligently scamper off to the local post office. All happy and excited about getting "paid" for the week. I really do enjoy the build up to going to the post office. As much as I would love to be working, there is nothing like getting money for nothing!
This excited feeling that I experience doesn't last long. It usually turns into anger the moment I set foot inside the post office itself. Why? I hear you cry! Well when I get to the door of the post office there is usually one person, sometimes two, in front of me in the queue. That's not bad! I hear you say. Well actually it is.
You see, today I entered the post office at around 12.10pm and there was a middle aged lady at the counter.
He lost his card and it's from some new system that Royal Liver are putting in. I have an account number. She said.
I'll try that and see if it works. It didn't.
What am I going to do? I really should ring the comany and get a new one sent out.
Yes, you should. Otherwise we can't make your payment for you.
Now I dont usually make this payment at all. It's for my uncle. Is it made up of two payments? €7 and €15?
No it's one single payment of €22 per week.
It has to amount to €22 per week. It must be €7 and €15.
At this point the girl behing the counter was just bewildered and beaten down by this woman.
Erm...7 and 15 is 22.
Oh right. I see. So will I ring the company and get a new card?
I'd say that would be the best to do as otherwise we can't make the payment for you.
I'll do that later on. I have to go into town and look at some curtains in the sale.
I'm sure the post office teller was bothered about the woman's curtains!
Now, the pension book is done in a post office in the city and I want to get it changed to here. Can you give me the form?
There isn't a form. You fill in the back of the book itself and send it back and then they send it back to here for you.
That doesn't make sense. Sure, I won't be able to get the pension then for a few weeks when all that is going to and fro in the post!
This went on for another few minutes. I looked at my watch. It was now 12.25pm. 15 mins of this. Meanwhile a hefty queue was building up behind me. She eventually cleared off into town to get her curtains. I went up the desk and what was sitting there on the counter? Only her keys! 15 seconds later I was done and out the door quicker than shite off a shovel.
As I walked out the door, in she comes saying, Oh I forgot me keys. I won't get far without them!
I got into my car and then she got into hers. I was pulling out of my space and next minute she whizzes out of her space opposite mine and she barely missed me. She should come with a warning sign on her.
I was traumatised after my visit to the post office today. Worse thing is, its like this most Tuesdays. Grrrr.
I am sitting here now laughing away. Do you wonder why? Its because I am imaging her in the curtain shop as we speak...God Help Them! This excited feeling that I experience doesn't last long. It usually turns into anger the moment I set foot inside the post office itself. Why? I hear you cry! Well when I get to the door of the post office there is usually one person, sometimes two, in front of me in the queue. That's not bad! I hear you say. Well actually it is.
You see, today I entered the post office at around 12.10pm and there was a middle aged lady at the counter.
He lost his card and it's from some new system that Royal Liver are putting in. I have an account number. She said.
I'll try that and see if it works. It didn't.
What am I going to do? I really should ring the comany and get a new one sent out.
Yes, you should. Otherwise we can't make your payment for you.
Now I dont usually make this payment at all. It's for my uncle. Is it made up of two payments? €7 and €15?
No it's one single payment of €22 per week.
It has to amount to €22 per week. It must be €7 and €15.
At this point the girl behing the counter was just bewildered and beaten down by this woman.
Erm...7 and 15 is 22.
Oh right. I see. So will I ring the company and get a new card?
I'd say that would be the best to do as otherwise we can't make the payment for you.
I'll do that later on. I have to go into town and look at some curtains in the sale.
I'm sure the post office teller was bothered about the woman's curtains!
Now, the pension book is done in a post office in the city and I want to get it changed to here. Can you give me the form?
There isn't a form. You fill in the back of the book itself and send it back and then they send it back to here for you.
That doesn't make sense. Sure, I won't be able to get the pension then for a few weeks when all that is going to and fro in the post!
This went on for another few minutes. I looked at my watch. It was now 12.25pm. 15 mins of this. Meanwhile a hefty queue was building up behind me. She eventually cleared off into town to get her curtains. I went up the desk and what was sitting there on the counter? Only her keys! 15 seconds later I was done and out the door quicker than shite off a shovel.
As I walked out the door, in she comes saying, Oh I forgot me keys. I won't get far without them!
I got into my car and then she got into hers. I was pulling out of my space and next minute she whizzes out of her space opposite mine and she barely missed me. She should come with a warning sign on her.
I was traumatised after my visit to the post office today. Worse thing is, its like this most Tuesdays. Grrrr.
2 comments:
Ah yes, Wednesday is payday for me, the people behind the counter are always so effing miserable that I get overly cheery and enthusiastic to compensate. I always wonder if they're thinking "What's this unemployed bird so happy about?". Ah well!
Ah sure, feck it Kitty Cat! It might brighten up their day a little bit. I doubt it though. All PO workers just seem miserable. The lady in my post office is so rude and often leaves you standing there for ages while she is writing something. Talk about customer service!
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