Mail call

Today was my company's annual summer picnic. That was swell until it started to rain. I went back to work afterwards with hopes of catching up. While I made measurable progress there is still much to do.


When I got home, my mailbox was overflowing with mail. Ah-ha. The mailman finally decided he would bring my vacation mail. On the mail-hold form I left instructions to begin re-delivery on the 10th, so he was a couple of days behind and I was starting to wonder. When I went to Louisiana for work in the beginning of June, it was a week after I got back before I started getting mail again. As my dad works for the post office, he's always telling me to go talk to my carrier's supervisor, which I've done before, but I'm not really sure that it helps.

I realize that technically I'm being a little ungrateful. By holding my mail at all they are performing a service for me. But... it's not like he doesn't have to walk right by my house every day, right? All he has to do is remember to bring my mail along on the right day. It's really not that big a deal, it's just that with all the travelling I do, there have been very few times that my mail hold was properly executed.