reason number 5,489 to hate the post
Aug. 15th, 2008 05:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
threeplusfireAt the post office, we were told we won't be able to get a mail box key until next Tuesday after 3:30pm. Those change of address forms I filled out weeks ago? With the start date of 8/15/08? Apparently totally irrelevant. The zombified postal worker said we would not receive any mail for up to two weeks. Apparently it will all pile up at the post station. However we are not allowed to retrieve any of it. I have never experienced such a thing.
What the fucking fuck? That is the most ridiculous thing I've heard and I've heard a lot of batshit crazy from the post office. I told Mike that I would rather shoot myself in the foot than have to deal with the post and it is true. Two weeks? Um, hello? People sometimes get bills and important things in the mail. The fact that they are going to hold it all at the post office and NOT LET US PICK IT UP is what is really filling me with rage at the moment.
I could feel the acid in my throat as I left the building. Too bad I can't spit acid or something like that. aaaaaaaaaaaaa.
In less bilious news, our closing went super smooth. The eight hundred pieces of paper were signed and initialed. They bound copies in a nice little book and burned us a CD. Due to some of the crazy math of the FHA loan and the seller paying the closing costs, we ended up with a $550 check. That's right. It was sort of surreal since it was sweetlord thirty in the morning (8:30am) which is normally the middle of my sleeping hours. But it is done, we have all the house keys and garage door openers.
ZOMG WE CAN HAZ A HAUS NAO! Oh my sweet IKEA remodeled kitchen with the gas stove top and electric oven. I can't wait to use you. It will be soon too, because I must bake pies for our realtor and mortgage lady in thanks. We plan on throwing a "hey we bought a house and by the way got married" party sometime soon. Tomorrow the movers come to carry all the furniture and boxes.
What the fucking fuck? That is the most ridiculous thing I've heard and I've heard a lot of batshit crazy from the post office. I told Mike that I would rather shoot myself in the foot than have to deal with the post and it is true. Two weeks? Um, hello? People sometimes get bills and important things in the mail. The fact that they are going to hold it all at the post office and NOT LET US PICK IT UP is what is really filling me with rage at the moment.
I could feel the acid in my throat as I left the building. Too bad I can't spit acid or something like that. aaaaaaaaaaaaa.
In less bilious news, our closing went super smooth. The eight hundred pieces of paper were signed and initialed. They bound copies in a nice little book and burned us a CD. Due to some of the crazy math of the FHA loan and the seller paying the closing costs, we ended up with a $550 check. That's right. It was sort of surreal since it was sweetlord thirty in the morning (8:30am) which is normally the middle of my sleeping hours. But it is done, we have all the house keys and garage door openers.
ZOMG WE CAN HAZ A HAUS NAO! Oh my sweet IKEA remodeled kitchen with the gas stove top and electric oven. I can't wait to use you. It will be soon too, because I must bake pies for our realtor and mortgage lady in thanks. We plan on throwing a "hey we bought a house and by the way got married" party sometime soon. Tomorrow the movers come to carry all the furniture and boxes.
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Date: 2008-08-15 10:53 pm (UTC)