Sometimes my blood just boils.....
Today I had to post a birthday card to my niece in Canada.
Now firstly, Im appalled that a city the size of Newcastle upon Tyne has just two post offices to serve it one in the centre, the other to the north of the city centre.
All I needed to do was post the card to Canada. But that means it has to be weighed, and an airmail stamp affixed, by a counter assistant.
I queued for twenty minutes. Thats twenty minutes out of my valuable lunch hour. Add ten minutes to walk from the Quayside to Eldon Square, and thats two thirds of my lunchtime gone.
Now, Im not an unreasonable person. But can anyone explain why pensioners, who have free travel to get to and from the town, need to be queuing at lunchtimes?
And to top that, two of them ahead of me in the queue, when they reached the counter, placed debit cards into a card reader, asked the counter assistant for cash, and entered pin numbers.
SURELY THEY COULD HAVE JUST GONE TO ANY CASH MACHINE ANYWHERE! BUT NO, THEYD RATHER WASTE EVERYONES TIME IN A POST OFFICE QUEUE!
And so, I finally reached the counter.
I hope youve been good, I said to the assistant.
Why? she replied.
Well, havent you heard? I have it on good authority that theres a special part of Hell reserved for naughty post office counter staff. It looks just like the world, except youve got to queue for twenty minutes for EVERYTHING!
She was not amused.....
PS: This part of Hell is next door to the part reserved for post office delivery staff. That bit looks just like the world, too, except you get everything when its been tossed about in the back of a Transit van, trodden on, and stuffed through a letterbox when it blatantly wont fit...... three days late.
PPS: When the last post office finally closes its doors for the last time, please join me in a celebration party......
PPPS: Even Margaret Thatcher didnt have the bare-faced cheek to try to privatise the Post Office...
Today I had to post a birthday card to my niece in Canada.
Now firstly, Im appalled that a city the size of Newcastle upon Tyne has just two post offices to serve it one in the centre, the other to the north of the city centre.
All I needed to do was post the card to Canada. But that means it has to be weighed, and an airmail stamp affixed, by a counter assistant.
I queued for twenty minutes. Thats twenty minutes out of my valuable lunch hour. Add ten minutes to walk from the Quayside to Eldon Square, and thats two thirds of my lunchtime gone.
Now, Im not an unreasonable person. But can anyone explain why pensioners, who have free travel to get to and from the town, need to be queuing at lunchtimes?
And to top that, two of them ahead of me in the queue, when they reached the counter, placed debit cards into a card reader, asked the counter assistant for cash, and entered pin numbers.
SURELY THEY COULD HAVE JUST GONE TO ANY CASH MACHINE ANYWHERE! BUT NO, THEYD RATHER WASTE EVERYONES TIME IN A POST OFFICE QUEUE!
And so, I finally reached the counter.
I hope youve been good, I said to the assistant.
Why? she replied.
Well, havent you heard? I have it on good authority that theres a special part of Hell reserved for naughty post office counter staff. It looks just like the world, except youve got to queue for twenty minutes for EVERYTHING!
She was not amused.....
PS: This part of Hell is next door to the part reserved for post office delivery staff. That bit looks just like the world, too, except you get everything when its been tossed about in the back of a Transit van, trodden on, and stuffed through a letterbox when it blatantly wont fit...... three days late.
PPS: When the last post office finally closes its doors for the last time, please join me in a celebration party......
PPPS: Even Margaret Thatcher didnt have the bare-faced cheek to try to privatise the Post Office...