Before I left for Florida to hand-deliver the quilt I made
for a new baby, in January I paid all my bills and left a check in a stamped,
addressed envelope for the one charge—my ticket home—that I knew would be on my
next Visa bill. My sister-in-law, a totally trustworthy soul, told me she put
it the mailbox the day I asked her to, but mysteriously the check never crossed
my account. Of course, since I had made no payment, Visa stopped activity on my
account. When I got home, I found the check/envelope in my mail—the post office
had sent it back to me. I had plastered some of the many return address stamps
that come in the mail, trying to use them up. The sorting machine canceled the
back of the envelope, and returned it to
my address!
Now that all my mail is open I see I never received the
check for an article I wrote before I left. I sent them the W9 they need to pay
contract employees like me, but apparently the P.O. never bothered to deliver
it.
While I was in Florida I flew to San Juan, Puerto Rico for a
couple days and someone stole my billfold on the way back, with only my driver’s
license, Visa Card and $30. Naturally, you can’t get ahold of the restaurant
you last used it in or Lost and Found in the Miami Airport because management
doesn’t want to hire enough people to staff those positions.
With no identification, I called the trustworthy
sister-in-law, had her go get my passport, and send it certified mail.
Requiring a signature (from me), costing $7.99 extra. When it appeared the
envelope had been signed (by someone in the P.O. I presume) was open
and my passport fell out on the ground!
Mission accomplished--the quilt was delivered and is awaiting the arrival of the baby! But we certainly can't trust Mr. DeJoy's Post Office very far.
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