I'm so impatient!

I just want to get the damn package already. I see that it is at the town over from me and it's probably just sitting there at the post office. So I Google post office for the number and call it up. Hey, I'll drive 20 minutes to go pick it up!

This is how the conversation goes:

Me: I explain how I have a tracking number and how the package is at that particular post office.

Bitch: Do you have a PO Box?

Me: No.

Bitch: Then I don't have any mail for you.

Me: You fucking bitch

*CLICK* I hang up on her.

And yes, I did say that last part to her on the phone.

No benefits? Poor pay? Bad hours? What the fuck are these people so miserable about? They must go to some training course provided by the USPS that teaches them to be grouchy bastards. Life is too short to be miserable. Maybe it's good that they all work there...this way they're all rounded up and can be miserable together...you know what they say about misery and company.