Disconnect Day

[beetiger]

9:00 am:
Discover that not only is the item I made for a swap strangely gone missing, the materials I'd need to make another one have also gone missing.

1:20 pm : Do not successfully meet with friend in park for playdate/trading money for shirt I made for her.

2:00 pm: Do not sucessfully connect with owner of new playspace being built, who told me to stop by between one and three; door is locked.

3:00 pm: Find "We missed you" signature sheet for package I've been waiting on all day in mailbox.

Wah.

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[velvetpage.livejournal.com]

It would appear I'm not the only one having one of those days. On Wednesday, I mailed a government form with a photocopied piece of ID in it to a downtown office - five pieces of paper in an office envelope. The lady at the post office weighed it before I'd photocopied the ID, and told me it would be less than thirty grams even with the two additional sheets so I should buy a fifty-cent stamp.

This morning, the envelope was in my mailbox again, with a "return to sender - insufficient postage" label on it. So I took it back to the post office, and got it weighed. It was exactly four grams over the weight limit.

Now, not only am I subsidizing the postal system for people who live in remote communities and pay fifty cents to mail a letter to another remote community, I've actually paid eighty-eight cents plus five cents tax, and made two trips to the post office, to send a letter a ten-minute drive away within my own city. It cost them more to return it to me than they get for enforcing the additional postage on four tiny grams of letter.

I was in a bad enough mood to be snarky with the clerk - the same one who guessed wrong on Wednesday, so I don't feel too bad about it, but I'm NEVER snarky with clerks.