Nothing does battle like a man scored by the postal service. A parcel arrived for me today, well, it didn’t really, a little card telling me there was a parcel at the sorting office arrived for me today. The parcel was addressed to my dad (because I use his credit card to pay for it). If I had been standing at the front door when the postman came to deliver it he would have allowed me to sign for it. As it happened, I was not standing at the door, by some miracle I was out. When I went to the post office they informed me that I could not pick up the parcel, I needed my dad to pick it up or I needed him to sign the bit of card. At the moment I am fuming. I am just about to go onto their site to start a formal complaint because one way or another they are wrong.

If the person who the item is addressed to is not there and they allow me to sign for it then that is fine. However at the sorting office they contradict this. That means either the postman or the sorting office are wrong. I don’t give a shit which one it is, I want them to be consistent. I know for a fact that my 11 year old brother has signed for things that are addressed to me. Suddenly him standing on the doorstep makes him more a member of the family than me standing at the sorting office with the card only to be found in our house, with photo ID that proves my address to be the same.

I don’t need my parcel for just under a week, but I don’t give a shit, I don’t want it in their grubby hands any longer than necessary. It most certainly isn’t necessary for them to hold it now.