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should i be irritated, y/n?
Jul. 14th, 2009 05:46 pmOk, so here's the scoop. I get a call yesterday (while I was dying, so I haven't called back yet) from the front office, saying they needed to talk to me about a letter a former resident (of our apartment) had received, that had been signed for, and yet, not left for said former resident, so please call us back asap.
Right, I'll get right on it.
Here's my problem with this: one) it's a secured building. Meaning, after 9 PM, there's two outside doors AND an inside door that's locked, that you have to get through to even get to the mailboxes/elevators. Two) since the flood, there's currently no buzzing system, so the only way you can let someone into the third door (say, a delivery person) is by calling the resident you're looking for (i.e., not me) and having them come down to meet you. Unless my uncle is the one who delivered the mail (even though he works for the post office in Chicago,) the mail person does not have my phone number. Three) and the office knows this, but I am (on a working day,) not home when the mail is delivered. Sometime around 1 or 2, I think. I have no idea. Because I am not here.
So now, apparently, they think I signed for a letter I didn't sign for. Which, if they investigate, they will see not my signature. And you can ask a couple people here, I have a very distinctive signature.
Another thing that bothers me about it is the person who called KNOWS I've given all mail of the former resident's that I've received. Ok, why are you delivering mail that's not addressed to the person whose name is on the mailbox? Hi, obviously they moved. Any mail that I've gotten in my mailbox NOT addressed to me, I have gone right to the office and handed it over. I don't want anything to do with it. Not my business.
Ok, so that's that.
Today, after I'd been home for about an hour, there's a knock on the door. I check, and it's my annoying-as-fuck neighbor, who can't speak English worth a damn and any English words he tries to utter are utterly incomprehensible because of the accent sorry for being racist. I say annoying as fuck because they're constantly slamming the door. I got up at 12 last night to slam mine a couple times and that seems to have cured them.
Anyway, he's standing there (I barely have the door open: I have cats) and quizzing me, third-degreeing me about mail. Did you receive something? Did you check your mailbox? Did you check today? Yes, I checked my mail about an hour ago. No, there was nothing for your friend (the former resident) in there. But are you sure? There's important documents. Did you receive them today?
FUCKER I ALREADY TOLD YOU.
Just on and on, around in circles. THEN. Then. He tells me he wants my phone number so his friend, in India, can call me and ask me. I said, what does your friend need to ask me that you can't tell him? I didn't receive anything. I understand it's important. If I receive it, I will give it to the office and your friend can make arrangements with them. Not my business, not my problem.
Yes, but he wants your phone number so he can call you.
WHAT THE FUCK FOR? I AM NOT THE POST OFFICE. I am not mailing anything to him. I am not shipping anything to him. Not my problem. It is HIS responsibility to take care of his mail which he OBVIOUSLY did not do. Not. My. Problem. The. End.
And he's all "well, you need to give me your phone number." And I said, and I quote, "Listen, buddy, I'm not giving my phone number and name to a stranger because your friend doesn't know how to handle his mail. I don't care that your friend has important documents, he should've made better arrangements if they were that important. I don't care if he hasn't received them. Again, not my problem. If they're that important, then he needs to call whatever business they're from and have them resent to the correct address. I'm not giving you my phone number, I'm not giving your friend my phone number, I'm not giving your dog my phone number. It's not happening, so stop asking."
And he says, yes, but my friend is in India.
And I say, "what makes you think I care? His mail is not my problem and if you don't stop harrassing me about it, I'll be contacting the front office."
I'm so good at making new friends.
Right, I'll get right on it.
Here's my problem with this: one) it's a secured building. Meaning, after 9 PM, there's two outside doors AND an inside door that's locked, that you have to get through to even get to the mailboxes/elevators. Two) since the flood, there's currently no buzzing system, so the only way you can let someone into the third door (say, a delivery person) is by calling the resident you're looking for (i.e., not me) and having them come down to meet you. Unless my uncle is the one who delivered the mail (even though he works for the post office in Chicago,) the mail person does not have my phone number. Three) and the office knows this, but I am (on a working day,) not home when the mail is delivered. Sometime around 1 or 2, I think. I have no idea. Because I am not here.
So now, apparently, they think I signed for a letter I didn't sign for. Which, if they investigate, they will see not my signature. And you can ask a couple people here, I have a very distinctive signature.
Another thing that bothers me about it is the person who called KNOWS I've given all mail of the former resident's that I've received. Ok, why are you delivering mail that's not addressed to the person whose name is on the mailbox? Hi, obviously they moved. Any mail that I've gotten in my mailbox NOT addressed to me, I have gone right to the office and handed it over. I don't want anything to do with it. Not my business.
Ok, so that's that.
Today, after I'd been home for about an hour, there's a knock on the door. I check, and it's my annoying-as-fuck neighbor, who can't speak English worth a damn and any English words he tries to utter are utterly incomprehensible because of the accent sorry for being racist. I say annoying as fuck because they're constantly slamming the door. I got up at 12 last night to slam mine a couple times and that seems to have cured them.
Anyway, he's standing there (I barely have the door open: I have cats) and quizzing me, third-degreeing me about mail. Did you receive something? Did you check your mailbox? Did you check today? Yes, I checked my mail about an hour ago. No, there was nothing for your friend (the former resident) in there. But are you sure? There's important documents. Did you receive them today?
FUCKER I ALREADY TOLD YOU.
Just on and on, around in circles. THEN. Then. He tells me he wants my phone number so his friend, in India, can call me and ask me. I said, what does your friend need to ask me that you can't tell him? I didn't receive anything. I understand it's important. If I receive it, I will give it to the office and your friend can make arrangements with them. Not my business, not my problem.
Yes, but he wants your phone number so he can call you.
WHAT THE FUCK FOR? I AM NOT THE POST OFFICE. I am not mailing anything to him. I am not shipping anything to him. Not my problem. It is HIS responsibility to take care of his mail which he OBVIOUSLY did not do. Not. My. Problem. The. End.
And he's all "well, you need to give me your phone number." And I said, and I quote, "Listen, buddy, I'm not giving my phone number and name to a stranger because your friend doesn't know how to handle his mail. I don't care that your friend has important documents, he should've made better arrangements if they were that important. I don't care if he hasn't received them. Again, not my problem. If they're that important, then he needs to call whatever business they're from and have them resent to the correct address. I'm not giving you my phone number, I'm not giving your friend my phone number, I'm not giving your dog my phone number. It's not happening, so stop asking."
And he says, yes, but my friend is in India.
And I say, "what makes you think I care? His mail is not my problem and if you don't stop harrassing me about it, I'll be contacting the front office."
I'm so good at making new friends.
