Mail box blues..... ongoing. Honest to God!

I couldn't get into my mailbox the week before last. Not because of my key, but because it was frozen.  I thought it might be my key (heck, you can't blame me for being paranoid!), but then I met other people trying to get their mail,  who were having problems as well.

So, I spent a half hour pressing, 1, 2, 0, whatever number, on my phone, to let a Canada Post service centre employee know that we couldn't access our boxes. She said it would be rectified immediately and they would let me know by email when it was done.  Of course, I said, "In the meantime, I haven't been able to get my mail for four days.  May I ask my letter carrier to give it to me, when I see her?"  I can see my box from kitchen window and I know the approximate hour she delivers. "If you show proof of identity, you may", she said.

So that afternoon I arrive at my box just as Brenda is getting ready to leave.  I am a-l-r-e-a-d-y on a first name basis with my letter carrier. I have been since Day 1. Who wouldn't be, with all the problems I have had?  I quickly try my box, and lo and behold, my key works!  I tap on Brenda's window, and when she rolls it down I ask her if I WOULD have been able to get my mail.  She replies, quite indignantly, but not upset with me, "NO, OUR supervisor told us we could get FIRED for doing that! She just told us that this morning."

Well, this is a case of the right hand not knowing what the left hand is doing. When I relay what the service call employee told me, Brenda says, "Wait right here.  I am going to call my supervisor right here, right now, and you can tell her what they told you at the service call centre."  I persuade her to relay the message as I am standing there in the bitter cold.  I don't want to get between an employee and her supervisor! No way!

So, my problem is solved, once again!  NOT A CHANCE!

This past week I once again can't get into my box.  By now, I don't EVEN get upset anymore. It is just, "Ho hum, what next?" However, in my mailbox by my apartment door, is a delivery notice of something which I have to pick up at a postal station outlet at Jean Coutu. What do you think I was handed when I went there Friday?  You guessed it, if you are reading for comprehension and retention. LOL Sorry, the teacher in me couldn't resist.

Did you think keys? Correct once again!!! MY FOURTH SET OF KEYS FOR MY MAILBOX! The fourth set in less than two months.  Apparently the keys everyone had did not work.  No kidding!  So they were replaced for everyone at those three Superbox units. 

The Jean Coutu employee couldn't figure out why the keys were sent to them to hand out, and not to the main postal station in town. I can answer THAT question! It is because those employees were tired of seeing my face. :)

Any dibs on my getting yet another set of keys before the end of the winter?