Christwe'rebusymas

It's probably no great revelation to say that Post Offices get a little busy in the run up to Christmas. Not wanting to sound ungrateful for the trade and therefore the money and stuff but fuck me I'm tired. And it's only day two of crazy week. Today it was stupidly busy but yesterday was certifiably bat-shit cover-yourself-in-your-own-poo-while-masturbating crazy. From 9:00 til 5:30 there wasn't a moment when there wasn't a queue in front on me (And that's not cos my name's Quentin or anything. Boom-boom). After yesterday, my patience and tolerance were already running very low. This wasn't helped by the emergency stamp order I'd put in as my scheduled orders had been either missed or delayed two weeks in a row being wrong. It's a good job this isn't the busiest time of the year and I'm not in danger of running out of anything. Oh shit.

Fortunately I managed not to lose it at anyone. Despite quite a few people winding me up. There are certain things that really get on my tits. Normally it doesn't bother me too much but you can imagine that given how busy we are, I'm gonna experience these things about a million times a day. Amongst them are:

People asking me how much things are going to cost to post and then saying "Are you sure?" When I tell them. YES OF COURSE I'M FUCKING SURE YOU COCKMONKEY. WHY DID YOU BOTHER ASKING IF YOU WEREN'T GOING TO TRUST THE REPLY. FUCK OFF.

When asking people to put a return address on the top left of all international mail (if you don't some countries return it. Hey, I don't make the rules) and then have someone say "It's on the back, is that OK?" Yes, I can see how you got "the back" confused with the top left on the front like I told you while pointing at that bit. Morons.

People moaning that their postman didn't ring their doorbell while trying to deliver a parcel and so they had to come and collect it therefore the postie must be lazy. Seriously people, think about it for a second. What's less work, waiting around for a minute and then handing over a parcel OR writing out a card and then cycling back to the sorting office still with the parcel. Twats.

A combination of being annoyed and tired means that my brain has stopped working properly as well. Something happened in the Post Office today. It was an old saying literally happening. It reminded me of the time that I saw a blind fellow being led into the Post Office by another blind guy. Yep, I have literally seen the blind leading the blind. Sadly, whatever it was that happened today has completely vanished out of my mind. Dribble, drool etc.