Today was an epic fail for me regarding utilizing government services. First, I tried to go pick up a package from the post office that they completely failed to redeliver (despite leaving a note saying they would reattempt). This really irks me. I mean, is it too much to assume that when the USPS leaves a note on your door saying "We tried to deliver this, you weren't home, so we will try again tomorrow! Or you can pick up the package after 2pm today from the post office!" that they actually do what the damn note says? Seems logical to me. But no, they try once, leave a note saying they'll try again but if you'd like us to leave it on your doorstep just check this box and sign here, then they dump it at the post office and leave it there.
Fuckers.
Anyway, on my way out I noticed that the garbage collection STILL had not come by to pick up our overflowing garbage can. This is supposed to happen on Fridays. By Saturday afternoon, no trash pickup. I sighed and brought the can in figuring that they just skipped trash pickup this week due to the holidays.
Now the post office is maybe 15 minutes away; just enough to make on the edge of what I consider a quick trip. And since the post office is not even slightly on anyone's way home, Jen and I both hate having to leave work early just to make a special trip way out of the way to get something from there. Anyway, I headed out to finally pick up the damn package.
When I arrive around 2:45, slip in hand to claim my prize, I see a small sign attached to the door. I'm not really sure what it said; everything went kind of hazy and all I remember seeing when I looked at it were the words "Holiday Hours 9am-2pm." Fuck.
So I drive back, very disgruntled not only at the fact that the already stupidly limited post office hours are even shorter but that they didn't bother to TELL anyone. Guess I'll just try again on Monday and deal with the extra driving time and rush-hour traffic.
As I get back to our neighborhood, I notice a large truck leaving from the back entrance. A large green truck, with big friendly letters spelling "Waste Management" on the side. And it's driving away. And I already pulled the can back in because I thought they weren't coming.
Shit.
I rush back to find that all of my neighbors' trashcans are empty. They rescheduled trash pickup for SATURDAY. And it just happened to fall during the 30 minutes that I LEFT FOR THE FUCKING CLOSED POST OFFICE AFTER PUTTING THE BLOODY CAN AWAY. Again, I never heard a damn thing about this. And does it make one iota of sense to give the trash guys the day off (i.e. Friday), then make them work on their normal day off (i.e. Saturday)? Or do they normally do trash pickup on Saturdays too and the holiday just shifted everyone's schedule by a day? Last time a holiday fell near our trash day, they just skipped it for the week. They didn't come the next day or Saturday. They just didn't come. Assholes.
Either way, I succeeded in wasting half an hour of my time, at least half a gallon of gas, and missing the only window to get our trash picked up this week.
Fail.