Ah, yes...the USPS...
I sent yet a third email yesterday, and told whoever that not giving me an answer was unacceptable, and that if I had to, I would once again contact the Postmaster General.
Today, I got a packet (how hard would that have been on June 28?) containing the entire protocol for “media mail,” including how it is charged. No cover letter, no apology, no nothing. So I will write a fourth email and tell them what I think of their customer service, and suggest that whoever was in charge of the original complaint should, at the least, have a refresher course in “Sensitivity Training,” and at the most, find employment where s/he doesn’t have to deal with the general public.
As well as suggest that the original clerk be given “Media Mail as a Homework Assignment,” for a refresher course. I loathe ineptitude.
I’ve been to Walmart. Ran into an acquaintance from Cub Scout Day Camp, and now I need to check our schedule to see when we start meetings, because he wants his son to join our Pack for the fall.
The girls’ pool party is rescheduled to Wednesday.
If you had sent the email from an address that named you as Moe’sha you’d have gotten service.