I've just finished up packing up and sending out most of the goodies from my eBay Studio Sale. (There are only a handful left that weren't ready until after the post office had already closed.) Boy, was it a lot of work! For most of the packages, I had to cut and rework the boxes to be the right sizes. I also wanted to personalize everything. The first couple are really sweetly done... the ones at the end... well, not as much, but still sent with a lot of love and good wishes, just tired and worn out ones. I hope everyone is happy. It was a lot of work and not just for me. Poor Chen! Chen is the postal worker who was manning the window the three times I made my appearance at my local post office. He begrudgingly stamped and individually entered in the delivery confirmation codes for three laundry bags full of packages, (which in total probably equaled my body weight). He used a wire hanger covered in Priority Mail tape to tap on his computer screen and apparently scratch his back with. Patrick, the other postal employee (all of whom I'm getting to know really well), said that I looked like a hapa Santa Claus with the bag of packages draped over my shoulder. They must think that I'm a little bit crazy. I started laughing hysterically when I kept loading the Plexi-glass window with more and more packages. Poor Chen! His eyes just got bigger and bigger as he tried to close the window. As I was leaving for the last time Saturday he said, "No more packages today! You cut off!"
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Poor Chen...
I've just finished up packing up and sending out most of the goodies from my eBay Studio Sale. (There are only a handful left that weren't ready until after the post office had already closed.) Boy, was it a lot of work! For most of the packages, I had to cut and rework the boxes to be the right sizes. I also wanted to personalize everything. The first couple are really sweetly done... the ones at the end... well, not as much, but still sent with a lot of love and good wishes, just tired and worn out ones. I hope everyone is happy. It was a lot of work and not just for me. Poor Chen! Chen is the postal worker who was manning the window the three times I made my appearance at my local post office. He begrudgingly stamped and individually entered in the delivery confirmation codes for three laundry bags full of packages, (which in total probably equaled my body weight). He used a wire hanger covered in Priority Mail tape to tap on his computer screen and apparently scratch his back with. Patrick, the other postal employee (all of whom I'm getting to know really well), said that I looked like a hapa Santa Claus with the bag of packages draped over my shoulder. They must think that I'm a little bit crazy. I started laughing hysterically when I kept loading the Plexi-glass window with more and more packages. Poor Chen! His eyes just got bigger and bigger as he tried to close the window. As I was leaving for the last time Saturday he said, "No more packages today! You cut off!"
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Quietly chuckling to myself...
because that's exactly what Anne Choi looks like so often as she's visiting her post office buddies and sending her form of good cheer out into the world.
LOL that was funny to read HAHA!
Thats time consuming all that isnt it?! Ive often wondered on ebay how people can sell all the time lots (Im not talking about you) of items tons of them cheap, the runs to the post office and gas Ive always thought gee they have alot of stamina! But you Bless you you had some good sales!
Janet x
So funny...somehow I am always reduced to tears after a visit to any nyc post office. It's up there with going to the DMV or the dentist.
Hey Lynn!
Now you've got me chuckling!
I visited my new best friend, Chen today. He said, "Wow! Only six packages today! Easy day for me, I guess!"
Hey Janet! Believe me, I was asking that very same question! All I can imagine is a fleet of people running around and postage printed on their computers and mail pick-up? That's what I'm guessing.
The sales were pretty good. Lots to keep me busy with!
Hey Sarkilahti! Just imagine... the post office here is at a dividing point between a Chinese neighborhood, a Hispanic neighborhood, a Russian neighborhood, and a Jewish one. It sounds like the beginning of a joke. It's an absolute nightmare sometimes here with the line snaking out the door and all sorts of curse words flying about in a plethora of languages.
I try to roll with the punches as much as possible without freaking out. It's like a Zen Meditation challenge. Sometimes I succeed and sometimes I fail. I got really upset with this woman for holding up the line because she was arguing and being mean to the postal workers when she was trying to drop off a UPS package at the post office. They kept saying, "But we're the post office, NOT UPS! Go to UPS!" And she just kept arguing and cursing them out. That was one time that I got really upset at the post office. I wish people wouldn't try to con their way and try to sneak this and sneak that and wiggle their way. If everyone did what they were supposed to, it'd run so much smoother!
I was going to call you a troublemaker for giving poor Chen so much work, but when I read your comment about the woman who tried to drop off a UPS package I changed my mind. LOL :p
I try to be as nice and sweet as possible when I go in. I've seen Chen get mad and slam packages down. I'm just hoping that none of those were mine!
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