Bad Service

 

Or, at least, the people working in Her name are. I am talking about the Royal Mail.

The Royal Mail who, if you call to ask where the Hell your parcel or letter has gotten to, will tell you, 'I do not know; the backlog from the strikes was cleared weeks ago'.

This is an out and out lie.

If you ask your postman, he will tell you the same; I am undecided as to whether they are closig ranks right through the business, or whether your poor, humble postman has been told the same lie as the public. The latter, I suspect, so that he may take the brunt of the public's disdain, and not the Big Cheeses at Royal Mail HQ.

And how do I know this?

Two reasons, really:
1. Outsourcing postal activity to temps is a really very naive thing for RM to have done at this time; I think they can expect full-scale whistle-blowing, if this carries on. Word gets around about this kind of thing, you see.
2. I got two letters this week, one of which was posted on the 3rd, and had just 50 miles to travel. I also received a package this moring, four days after I had ordered it; in the fifteen years I have used this company, I have never waited more than one day for my order to arrive.


Please paste this, email it, whatever. Spread the word.

We are being lied to as a nation by one of the institutions we should be able to trust the most.

DO NOT LET THEM GET AWAY WITH THIS.

I'm not fond of their lunch/dinner offerings, but I will buy breakfast from them about twice a month. In the past two months, this has not proven to be a good idea because they messed up three out of four orders: once giving me a similar item, once giving me an entirely different item, and once giving me two of the same entirely different item.

Either they have too many offerings on their breakfast menu or they need to review their hiring policies.

Not that it matters to me, because I doubt I'll be going back again.

So, tonight, hubby and I went to the liquor superstore to stock up on alcohol for the month. Here, anyone can be let in. I know at some places, they won't let anyone under 21 in, but here, folks of all ages are ok.

When we go to check out, the girl asks if I am 21. Now, I know I don't look 21. I look like, 17. Especially when I have my hair pulled back and baggy clothes on. I say yes, and she goes "OK, cool!" and proceeded to scan our stuff. Hubby asks if we can sign up for the discount card, and she gives me the sheet to fill out.

Part of the sheet asks for my DL#. So, I pull out my wallet, and lean over to finish writing. I am am writing, I can feel her peering over me, trying to look at my license. I didn't say anything until we left. I mentioned to hubby "Man, could she get any closer to look at my license? I wouldn't have minded if she asked, but she was close enough to look down my shirt." Hubby is convinced she wanted to sneak a peek at my goods. :D

Still, I was like, WTF? Personal space? If you don't believe I'm 21, ASK for my id, don't try to lean over and look at it when its way far away!