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| - You might notice there is no phone number listed above. That's because this place is IMPOSSIBLE to contact! Go ahead, I challenge you -- try and find THIS BRANCH's phone number online. All you'll find is the main USPS number, which is next to useless as they don't know what the fuck is going on in your specific area.
On the few regrettable occasions I have had dealings with this bumblingly incompetent service, I have had the DEVIL of a time contacting anyone by phone, and usually end up having to drive allllll the way out into the farthest reaches of Methland to visit this shithole in person. A waste of gas, money, and sanity. AVOID AT ALL COSTS!
I would avoid this place myself, if not for the astonishing incompetence of the mail delivery system. Apparently, my mail route (downtown Vegas, near the Huntridge Station) doesn't have a regular mailman, so my mail is always getting lost/fucked up/etc. Any time anyone sends me anything registered (where I have to sign for it), I unfailingly miss the mailman, and get one of those little cards in the mail: "Your letter is at the Sunrise Carrier Unit, come pick it up." PAIN IN THE ASS! Why can't they hold it at a closer station?? I'd be more than happy to go to the Huntridge Station -- right down the street. Why make me venture all the way out here??!
I won't bore you with more griping about the inefficiency of the USPS -- we've all been there, done that. My beef here is mainly with the jerk at the front counter of this place, a ginger-bearded white-trash Jimmy Buffett type who can be a real dick.
Last summer, my Burning Man ticket was delivered signature confirmation -- i.e. I had to be there to sign for it. Shocker, I missed the mailman (mailmen, since my route doesn't have a single person), so I go down in person to pick it up at the time/date shown on the card they left. Of course they can't find the letter, so the guy tells me to call back in the morning between 8-9am to speak to my carrier. This I do, but of course come to find out I HAVE no carrier, so they tell me they'll call me back. Of course they never do. It took a week of phone calls and in-person visits to get to the bottom of this. On one of my visits, the guy at the front was really snarky with me, like all this was MY fault. I'm not the one who lost the fuckin' letter, asshole! FINALLY he admitted that the letter had been returned to sender -- for what reason I cannot fathom, as I was down there all the time trying to track it down. FUCKERS!
I recently had occasion to visit again, and it was just as bad. The mailman left a postcard, but it had someone else's name in the address field. I figured it was probably not my concern, but just to make sure I tried to call and find out what I should do. Of course, all I can find online is the 800 number for the entire fucking USPS. A lady told me based on the date on the postcard, I have two more days to go down in person and see if it's mine. So I drive allllll the way out there, only to be sniped at by Ginger McAssBeard that I'm too late, they got rid of it a long time ago. WTF!! Then why did the dumbass on the phone tell me I had two more days?! Get your story straight, people!
BUMBLING INCOMPETENCE! I can't WAIT until this obsolete service goes out of business. Paperless billing, online magazines, bring it all on. All I really get in the mail is junk, anyway. Fuckers.
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