A Public Service Announcement

If you live in Chicago, avoid the USPS office at 211 S. Clark at all cost!  It took me three tries to get my package and A LOT of patience.  I mean A LOT.  I am normally very nice and polite but I was so close to being a raging lunatic today it was scary.

First off, they don’t make the certified mail pickups very clear.  Then they send you to three different offices/people all finally leading you to the same bitchy supervisor you talked to the first time you tried to pick up the package.  I forced myself to be nice to this woman who blatenly ignored me and acted like Iwas insanely rude by imposing on her oh-so-important computer time.  She instructed me to go back to the same empty office I just visited.  I politely said that there was no one in that office and that I really needed help.  She looked at her watch and said, “No, there is someone there.” Umm…I was just there and I didn’t see anyone.  “Well, knock (on the huge metal barricade) until someone comes.”  Seriously?  I stormed off in my oh-my-god-I-want-to-punch-you-in-the-face walk and went back to the same office.  As I walked in an employee strolled in taking her sweet time.

I watched her tell a man he couldn’t pick up his wife’s package, even though he and she signed all the proper papers…apparently his wife forgot to print his name somewhere.  I was in a fighting mood so it was a good thing she found my package within an expected amount of time and handed it over.

All that AND I had to pay to park after driving around for 30 minutes in the Loop at lunchtime.  Never again.