I yelled a lot at a stranger yesterday. I’m not proud of it, but it was one of those WTF moments where you just can’t help yourself.
Bloody Australia Post. Don’t they realise they’re teetering on extinction? You’d think they’d at least try to keep it modern.
Just a few days ago, Canada Post announced it’s phasing out home delivery. According to The Economist (Husband would be so proud):
Canada Post has been hit by a familiar story: rising electronic communication and declining volumes of letters. The decline did not start until 2007 but has picked up astonishing speed, with 1 billion fewer letters delivered in 2012 than in 2006. Canada is the first of the Group of Seven countries to signal the end of home delivery but it will almost certainly not be the last. Globally, the volume of letters posted has been sliding for a decade, dropping by 4.7% between 2011 and 2012 to 346.5bn items; a further 4% global decline is expected this year.
Admittedly, this is a little more traumatic for Canadians than Australians because it means the disabled, the feeble and the pissed off who will be walking in up to -40 degree temperatures in winter to get their mail.
But anyways … there was a knock at the door yesterday afternoon. I’d been told by Husband my Christmas present was being delivered. So I eagerly dashed down the stairs, opened the door and took the box the bloke was proferring.
He snatched it back and demanded to know where Husband was. Husband was at work. But I was his wife, shouldn’t that suffice?
No. That didn’t suffice.
So he wouldn’t give it to me. He said he could only give it to Husband. Unless Husband was standing there on a Tuesday afternoon at 2.30pm in possession of his driver’s licence, no dice.
I said I could show him Husband’s passport. Nope, that wouldn’t cut it. HUSBAND had to show him Husband’s passport.
And that’s when I started yelling and slamming doors, then opening them again and storming out to give him another piece of my mind. And then chasing the dog up and down the street when he escaped and thought it was jolly sport to play tip with me for the next five hysterical minutes while the Australia Post employee hated on me and wrote a “we’re sorry we missed you” card.
They didn’t freaking MISS me. I was freaking THERE.
I eventually conceded that I was sorry and I knew it wasn’t his fault. But for FARK’S SAKE.
Because when you don’t get your parcel from Australia Post on your doorstep, despite standing RIGHT THERE to receive it, because of some stupid rule you have to drive two suburbs away to some stupid Australia Post depot to get it. And then stand in a queue with 20 other annoyed customers for 20 minutes waiting for them to scrabble around searching for it.
THAT IS NOT A GOOD SYSTEM AUSTRALIA POST.
E-commerce is doomed in Australia if that’s the best you can do.
PS And then I called Husband and yelled at him for good measure about the idiocy of it. He’ll start avoiding my calls again soon.
Had any annoying experiences of your own with your local postal service lately?