Anyway, all my bitching and moaning was for naught. The only reason the mail is finally being delivered here is because there is finally one layer of asphalt on the parking lot.
My MP's office wasn't a lot of help, either. After registering a complaint there, I got the phone call from Mr. Pisshead Bullshit, the Canada Post regional supervisor or whatever the hell his title is. I was not satisfied with his answers and let him know. Then, not hearing back from the MP's office as promised, I called again last week. The girl I originally dealt with wasn't there, so I had to talk to a guy who said he could look into a follow-up on the problem. But then HE was making excuses, and tried to tell me that Canada Post isn't really government. I reminded him that it's a Crown Corporation under contract to the federal government to fulfill every Canadian's right of mail delivery. He said he would try to go over Mr. Bullshit's head, but I could tell he had no intention of doing anything. Just wait and see if I ever vote for his boss, Conservative MP Royal Galipeau.
All that aside, I'm happy to finally be getting mail service. Time to move on to something else to bitch about, as a cranky old fart.
16 comments:
MAVEL-fucking-TOV!
(oops! did I say that?)
It's about F'ing time is right! And I'd still focus on pissing on Mr. Pisshead Bullshit's parade and Galipeau too! Just cause the mail is coming now doesn't mean you still can't be a cranked old fart and bitch about them not getting back to you! :-)
Really though, it IS about time.. Glad to hear you don't have to schlep all over hells creation to get all that junk mail! ;-)
You are such a cranky old fart at 49 ..what will 50 be like ?? ..a crankier older fart .
Bob: it's so inspiring to hear about the strength and resiliance you've shown throughout your struggles during this very difficult time. I'm so happy to hear that a light has finally appeared at the end of this very dark and difficult tunnel and that you can now move on with your life. You truly deserve each and every one of those pizza flyers, carpet cleaning coupon booklets, and long distance telephone offers that will from here on be jamming up your little mailbox. Bless you and know that we are thinking of you.
Kitty: I love your Chutzpah. You must get that from the 80-something old Jewish lady in you. As you probably know, one of the voices in my head is also that of an 83-year-old Jewish lady. Oy vey! She has a condition! Never mind what kind of condition, it's a condition. And if there's one thing the doctors can't cure, it's a condition. Plus, she has a bunion -- oy, don't get her started on that one.
Ma: Yep. Crankier by the year, if not the day. But I pay my taxes, I have a democratic right to be cranky, dammit.
UP: Lighten up, will ya? It's not like someone died. Although if I get hold of Mr. Pisshead Bullshit's pencilneck...
Heh heh. The last two letters of the word verification for this are f and u.
Hey Bobby I thought you were half greek? When did the old jewish lady come in?
Well, yay on you for finally getting mail and I bet the first pice of junk you received was "VOTE FOR ME" just scribble RETURN TO SENDER ON HIS PIC and send it back to the ........ (you know the guy starts with an F and ends with an R. That guy!)
Maria, I am half-Adonis. Jewish lady is only a voice among many in my head.
Ruth is that you?
HEH!
NGB with regards to your condition, try a nice prune danish. Nothing helps like a nice prune danish. You'll plotz... among other things.
Adonis?? I prefer Zeus!
But whatever you prefer.
I just want to know what does
"plotz" mean?
Ruth is my middle name so screw that.His old lady voice is Bernice and his Adonis is Mr Well I.M. Hung ...relation to William of American Idol's 15 seconds of fame .
U.P. -
...me love sarcasm.
it good.
Thanks JB. You're the only one who understands me. The only one.
Hey Bobby - who woudda thunk that this little post that Mark made you do is getting you all these hits!!
Who knows it may have even cleared the way for you to get some mail from Dubai.
Her name is Sadie, thank you very much.
Maria, my boobalah, if you have to ask what plotz is, you haven't given it much thought, or pronounced it out loud.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm not trying to be a putz, but my goiter is acting up again. Oy.
I am almost afraid to pronounce it out loud now.
Just tell me what it means will ya. Or translate it in greek for your little baklava.
Oy, my little baklava. Just say plotz and you'll get it. If not, say it in front of Sonny Boy. He's 12, he'll know what it is, just by the sound.
PLOTZ PLOTZ PLOTZ
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