Back story time! Woot...you know you all love it.
About six to seven month ago, guy is in the wrong place at the wrong time and...he get arrested. His...ahem...babies Mama (his words) told the carrier at the time that "He don't live here." So my coworker held his mail for a month waiting for a change of address. One never came so he was marked as "Moved Left No Address" so that things get sent back to sender.
Now it's...well...today. And this lovely guy is home from jail. Home to live with his babies mama and her new boyfriend and her kid with him. *twitches* So he called the post office and told the office that he is home and that it's okay for his mail to be delivered at that address again. My boss M comes up and hands me the note and I nod and make a note of it to leave a new name tag in the box. M tells me to look up the name and make sure there is no order on it but this morning I really didn't have time to do it right then and he just nods and tells me to get to it when I got back or tomorrow morning. Easy enough, I know it adds time to getting things changed but I was already behind schedule. Can only get so many things done... *sighs*
So I get out to that address and this lovely man was sitting on the porch waiting for me. We exchange pleasantries and he tells me that his name is to be added to the names left. I tell him I got the message this morning and had a note with me to add the name to the box tag. (Even held up the note.) So he asks what a lot of people ask, "When should I get mail?" It's a good question a EXCELLENT question and one I really don't have a answer to.
Did you fill out a change of address when you left the residence?
No.
Did you fill out a change of address when you returned to the residence?
Not yet, do you have one?
So then he has a few more questions about what happened to the mail from the time he left till now. I say I'm not sure but I bet it all got returned to sender...and thats when she cuts in. The Babies Mama...
BM: Well thats not goo enough why didn't they just hold it?
Guy: Cause you all told them I didn't stay here no more.
BM: Thats nothing they should hold it.
Me: We don't have space like that to just hold mail for a indefinite amount of time.
BM: Well then what the fuck is he supposed to do now? The food stamp people said that they have sent out TWO cards and he hasn't gotten a single one.
Me: Between now and then it was thought that his last name wasn't at this address, it should have been returned to sender and they should have that recorded. Have the cards been activated?
BM: How the hell am I supposed to know that? Do you even know what the fucking hell your doing? I don't think you know what the fuck your doing I've never seen you before.
Me: I just came to this route two months ago.
BM: Oh great so you've only been working two months, see I knew you didn't know what the fucking hell you were fucking doing.
Me: (getting seriously pissed) Mam, I said I came to this route two months ago I've been working for the post office for quite awhile now.
BM: Well fuck it, where the hell is his mail, why didn't you hold it?
Guy: Woman...you need to shut it and go back inside.
BM: I'm calling the post office this little... (she's shaking) bitch doesn't know what the fuck she's doing.
Me: (looking like I'm seriously annoyed and pissed)
Guy: Just go the hell inside and let me deal with this. My mail not yours.
BM: You know she's just doing this cause your black. Keeping you down and making you be a poor black man. The little racist slut.
Me: (mental blue screen of death)
Guy: Inside...NOW. (looking at me) Uh...just leave me a change of address and I'll call to the food stamp people. You um...have a good day huh?
Me: (still standing there with the nice mental blue screen) Uh...yea...good day eh? (wanders to the next house and then waits to the end of the loop to let off a good long string of swear words)
I still need to talk to the boss about this. I'm sure he already got a call about me but...damn...I'm still pissed about it.
About six to seven month ago, guy is in the wrong place at the wrong time and...he get arrested. His...ahem...babies Mama (his words) told the carrier at the time that "He don't live here." So my coworker held his mail for a month waiting for a change of address. One never came so he was marked as "Moved Left No Address" so that things get sent back to sender.
Now it's...well...today. And this lovely guy is home from jail. Home to live with his babies mama and her new boyfriend and her kid with him. *twitches* So he called the post office and told the office that he is home and that it's okay for his mail to be delivered at that address again. My boss M comes up and hands me the note and I nod and make a note of it to leave a new name tag in the box. M tells me to look up the name and make sure there is no order on it but this morning I really didn't have time to do it right then and he just nods and tells me to get to it when I got back or tomorrow morning. Easy enough, I know it adds time to getting things changed but I was already behind schedule. Can only get so many things done... *sighs*
So I get out to that address and this lovely man was sitting on the porch waiting for me. We exchange pleasantries and he tells me that his name is to be added to the names left. I tell him I got the message this morning and had a note with me to add the name to the box tag. (Even held up the note.) So he asks what a lot of people ask, "When should I get mail?" It's a good question a EXCELLENT question and one I really don't have a answer to.
Did you fill out a change of address when you left the residence?
No.
Did you fill out a change of address when you returned to the residence?
Not yet, do you have one?
So then he has a few more questions about what happened to the mail from the time he left till now. I say I'm not sure but I bet it all got returned to sender...and thats when she cuts in. The Babies Mama...
BM: Well thats not goo enough why didn't they just hold it?
Guy: Cause you all told them I didn't stay here no more.
BM: Thats nothing they should hold it.
Me: We don't have space like that to just hold mail for a indefinite amount of time.
BM: Well then what the fuck is he supposed to do now? The food stamp people said that they have sent out TWO cards and he hasn't gotten a single one.
Me: Between now and then it was thought that his last name wasn't at this address, it should have been returned to sender and they should have that recorded. Have the cards been activated?
BM: How the hell am I supposed to know that? Do you even know what the fucking hell your doing? I don't think you know what the fuck your doing I've never seen you before.
Me: I just came to this route two months ago.
BM: Oh great so you've only been working two months, see I knew you didn't know what the fucking hell you were fucking doing.
Me: (getting seriously pissed) Mam, I said I came to this route two months ago I've been working for the post office for quite awhile now.
BM: Well fuck it, where the hell is his mail, why didn't you hold it?
Guy: Woman...you need to shut it and go back inside.
BM: I'm calling the post office this little... (she's shaking) bitch doesn't know what the fuck she's doing.
Me: (looking like I'm seriously annoyed and pissed)
Guy: Just go the hell inside and let me deal with this. My mail not yours.
BM: You know she's just doing this cause your black. Keeping you down and making you be a poor black man. The little racist slut.
Me: (mental blue screen of death)
Guy: Inside...NOW. (looking at me) Uh...just leave me a change of address and I'll call to the food stamp people. You um...have a good day huh?
Me: (still standing there with the nice mental blue screen) Uh...yea...good day eh? (wanders to the next house and then waits to the end of the loop to let off a good long string of swear words)
I still need to talk to the boss about this. I'm sure he already got a call about me but...damn...I'm still pissed about it.
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