I come from a country where the the mail service sucks. I won’t even try to be politically correct here.
I grew up with the pressure of being at the post office by 1.30 pm because otherwise it was closed and I learned to always bring something to read because you knew when you started to queue but never when you finished it. Only in recent years, they started to open until four in the in the afternoon, with a two hours lunch break and, in most of the cases, substantial digestive problems because when you step into a post office in the afternoon, you had the clear impression to disturb. They look at you thinking, and not in a much concealing way :”seriously? You had all morning to come to the post office, and you come now.In these two hours, we could use to do our things?”
The more extended opening hour at the offices had not made the service faster but, on the other hand, they made it more expensive because apparently, they have to pay the clerks for more extended hours and so, if you want to send something you can now only use the suggested boxes. The boxes are expensive and come in awkward sizes. You never know what size you need and always end up to buy more than one or the biggest one, just to be sure. Bigger boxes mean more significant weight, more expensive prices, longer routes and ultimately longer waiting time for the receiver: welcome to “Poste Italiane”.
An Post (the Irish public post service), on the contrary, works incredibly well.
Post offices are on average open from 9 am to.530pm and also on Saturdays up to 1.30pm.Not only that, but the post (parcel included) is delivered on weekends too and close to Christmas or other holidays, they reinforce the working units. Something that for the Italian postal system is unthinkable.
16 years in Ireland and I never had a problem with my post, and I can guarantee you I am big customers. I shop online a lot, and I regularly exchange parcels with my friends and relatives across Europe and the States.
Efficiency is not the only thing I feel to praise about Irish posts; there is also the common courtesy of the post office clerks and the kindness of the postmen, despite the giant dog’s attempts to chase every single one of them.
Up to today, I am still a big fan of An Post, but I must admit that, for once, karma had worked in a very mysterious way and severely tested my faith.
Nona went to France and bought daughter number 1 and 2 two lovely t-shirts. Nona won’t come over until November and not wanting to make the girls wait until then she decided to post the t-shirts. I never do register post because it costs double and it takes longer. Every parcel going abroad from Ireland can anyway be traced online, and in all these years I never had any missing item.
Of course, does mothers listen to you? Never! And so Nona did a registered post. Italians are obsessed with registered post, I think it gives them the illusion to control their mail, but they don’t and in fact, for a week every day, my mother kept asking if I had received the package. I had not. Not after a week, not after two and not after three.
At that point, we both started to think that, even for a registered post, it was a far too long time.
Nona went to the post office where they provided her with a receipt stating that the parcel had been allegedly delivered to me two weeks previously.
Well, I might be a bit forgetful lately and I might not have the brain of a spring chicken anymore but, I think I would remember if I got the parcel with the girl’s t-shirt and, most importantly, two packs of Swiffer duster refill.
Yes, I know, what you are thinking: how much “desperate housewives”(even if in eight years I religiously watched that series I never saw anyone making the dust) does it sound to ask your mother to send you over from Italy the Swiffer duster refills. Seriously? Of all things?Yes, seriously!Not my fault if I can’t find them in Ireland and my mom is cheaper than Amazon!
Back to the parcel, after listening to her infinite polemic about the missing package, I went to the local parcel depot, with a copy of the receipt my mother sent me.
“OH yes, the parcel has been delivered to a boy called Sam on the 14th of September”, they told me and looked at me wondering why I was there actually.
“Well”, I said,” There is no Sam in my house or neighbourhood, and I had not received anything”.
“Oh”, the post office guy went, starting to understand why I was there and guessing the trouble that was coming next he cleverly asked me to go back the following morning to speak with the manager.
So I did !I explained all the story again to the manager,Mr Phil. Mr Phil listened, and after double checking that the address was correct and that nobody called Sam got my mail and just forgot to tell me, he had to agree with me that my parcel had been misdelivered to someone the postman didn’t even care to ask for his surname.
“Live it with me Mrs GC, and I will ring you as soon I speak with the postman and know something”.I waved Mr Phil goodbye, and sure I would have never heard anything back I left.
With my surprise, Mr Phil rang me back as he said, but only to say that postman had no recollection to who he delivered the parcel. As much as he was concerned, he left it at the right address.
“But he didn’t”, I said incredulous and I hung up once again with Mr Phil promise to carry further enquires and ring me back in a few days.
Few days for Italians are 1 or 2 days, to make it long, then we start calling, and I am not an exception.
Nearly two weeks passed, and I had no updates on the missing parcel. Of course, I didn’t just sit and wait by the phone.I ran my little personal investigation and went around my immediate neighbours to ask and to the house down the hill.
For those who read the blog for a while: yes that house! It took me some courage but not as much courage as to keep answering the phone calls from my mother and confess I had not retrieved the parcel yet.
For those are instead new to the blog, long story short, the house down the hill is a promiscuous scary venue whose very far end of the garden borders with mine.
They said they had not received anything, but I am now pretty sure that the postman, that for a joke of the destiny that day was a substitute of the usual one,(who I am sure would have never made such a mistake),left my package there. It is the only explanation considering that both houses go by the same name except they have a different civic number. Unfortunately, without evidence my hands are tight.
Nona is now impossible to keep at bay, and to be honest I want some closure on the matter too.
There is only one thing I can do: I physically go back to the parcel depot office to speak to Mr Phil face to face. Mr Phil, who listened for the last few weeks at my rants over the phone, had become more of a Dr Phil. The poor man must have gained some excellent counselling skills that he unsuccessfully tried to use when he politely told me that I had to suck it up: my parcel was lost, I could have some compensation but only after filling a not precise number of forms. I was not entitled to know the name of the postman to make a complaint and neither to a copy of the receipt to file a report for stolen goods with the police.
At that point, my cheeks were on fire, and they got more and more red with some shade of green. White foam started to drip from the side of my mouth.Mr?DR Phil disappeared and came back with the forms and a big envelope; with the last hint of bravery he had left, because he knew it was a matter of seconds before I exploded, he slid the forms and the envelope through the counter’s window. As quickly as he could, he took his hand back in and whispered: “Of course you don’t have to pay for the stamps. I gave you a free stamp envelop to use”.
Well, that changed everything, right? Nooooo! It fecking didn’t! It only made it worst, and I lost it.
I became a sort of Linda Blair. I could see and hear myself from the outside. I didn’t like that version of me, but I could not stop. I thought about Nona: I still had to tell her we lost the t-shirts and the Swiffer dusters but I could also tell her that I really I fought for them and I ultimately f… the entire post office off. She was going to be so proud!
Except I never felt so bad in my life, and the following morning I went back to the office. It was in that occasion that the nice Mr Phil had been a real Dr Phil. We had a “back to be friend ” coffee, and I left with the forms and the free stamp envelope.
So far, I had not fill any yet because mistakes happen and I don’t want to get the postman in trouble.
I would only like for people to be honest and don’t steal parcel that doesn’t belong to them.
Detective Ralph here ! It is simple. I know where it is. Sam has got it, Uncle Sam. It is in America ! 🙂 ❤
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Lol,detective Ralph saved the day 😀explain that to my mother now🤣🤣🤣🤣thanks for reading dear.how are you?
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Yay, I saved the day ! I could explain it to your mother, but it is very complicated and I would have to use a lot of detective technical jargon.
We are fine. Natascha’s vacuuming up the cat hair in the bedroom while I am getting round to answering comments. I hope you are well and happy my friend. ❤
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😊❤️
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What a mess! They should provide free counseling services.
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Lol,I ll suggest it to Mr Dr Phil😜
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I so “fecking” love your posts!!! Got to add that to my vocab. You crack me up😜
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Lol Dwight,I m fecking glad 😀
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Great “post” as always! I can’t wait for your next one. 🙂
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You are too kind,thank you😀and have a great Sunday
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My Sunday was great, thanks! I hope yours was too!
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Busier than hoped but fine😉
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I imagine the English post is very similar to the Irish, its very rarely you have a problem with the service!
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Yes but when do ………😱it’s huge 🤣
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When something works well, that is usually the case, have a great Sunday!
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Hope you find out what happened some day. The Department of Motor Vehicles and the Post Office may be two of the worst examples of bureaucracy in almost any country. With customs, often a close 3rd.
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It’s not more knowing what happen f now but more make my mom understand there is nothing we can do
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Sorry text went before I finished 😳thanks for ready my dear and happy sunday😀
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Happy Sunday. Good luck with your mother. Old folks believe what they want.
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They do and the are always right😳
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Some post. I liked it. I really liked the cartoon about email being faster.
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Thank you dear❤️
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Your Welcome
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good to see this and sorry about the parcel . . and hoping mom can understand.
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Well she ll have to but she is not happy 😱
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oh dear! Godspeed with that-ugh!
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Aw that sucks. I bet the naughty ladies in the house down the hill are sporting new t shirts and dusting their sideboard with the swiffy’s! 😊
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😱I better do some Spy work through the window and at the first swifter I see that it will be evidence😎🕵️♀️
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Haha yes, don’t send the travelling husband though!
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No no no,it’s a girls thing😎😂
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Holy crap!! I would have said some words no one in that post office would have enjoyed! Haha! Shame on whoever has your package!
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Isn’t disgraceful Debbie,how dishonest someone can be.There was my girls t shirts and my swifter….would someone just need that?
P.s
I haven’t forgot to mail you ,just researching color and models?but of course don’t feel any pressure 😂
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It IS disgraceful! We had a mail carrier many years ago, who stole packages and cards (because cards have money at times) and everyone complained all the time. He finally skipped out and never came back to the job but the postal service didn’t do a damn thing to him. Even when they found his abandoned mail car full of opened packages and cards! Made me so mad!! No worries on the email. I’m pretty swamped at the moment on other projects. Whenever you have a chance is fine. 🙂
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I had always read that the Irish mailing system was messed up (though of course, I have no way of knowing it first hand). But hey, at least they compensated for your loss in their albeit miniature and petty way 😂.
It’s unfortunate that your daughters couldn’t get their new shirt though. And you missed your Swiffer Dusters (I have no idea what these are tbh 😜).
Nona will sure think twice before sending things via post again 😂.
And for the hundredth time Ortensia, you lead such an interesting life. Never a dull moment. I REALLY can’t picture you angry though. I wish I could have been there when you ticked off the postal department 😂
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Lol,I can get angry and roar😤just it doesn’t last much🤷🏻♀️and that is when I loose authority in the house 🙄but the postman doesn’t know🤣🤣🤣🤣
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I somehow find that very hard to believe 😂.
In my head, you’re the sort of woman who is always calm. What gave me this impression, I really don’t know. Perhaps it’s your friendly face or your humorous posts 😜.
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Let’s say I loose my marbles calmely😉😂
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Of course I do .I was thinking about you just the other day and as I’m not very regular on posts lately I was wondering if I missed anything😊thanks for the heads up my friend❤️
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Great and funny post Ortensia.And I also use a lot of post services too 🙂
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Thanks Ben.And yes,despite the experience i will still be one of the best AnPost customer😉mailing is too handy to be given up💁🏻♀️
Hope you got my comments lately because I still can’t see them so they might still go straight to spam .
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Yes, Ortensia I got your comment, you can check it on my last post, and thank you for that 🙂
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Twice this week that I hear about friends losing their parcel… One of them was meant for me! Sorry for your girls and the hassle you had to go through. As for the Swiffer, send me your address by email I’ll send you some for Christmas! For regular or large duster? Hope that somehow the parcel finds its way back to the right owner. Sam’s says: give the parcel back to Ortensia. Good luck!
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Ah,you are very kind and be careful because I might take you up your words for the swiffer😎
I’m sorry even a parcel for you was lost….what a burden 😩
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I am even more disappointed for my friend who took the time to make a watercolor just for me. The person who currently has the work must not want to give it back to me since this friend is a very talented artist.
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Oh that is horrible,how dishonest.And you are sure the parcel has been misdelivered?because lSt year I waited three months for documents who kept going back to sender because of an allegedly not existing address ,then first time I went to Italy I retrieved in person and realized the address was missing of the street number🤷🏻♀️
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Certain no. All I know is what my friend told me. Nobody seems to know where the parcel is at the moment. It disappeared!
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😔
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When I was 4 years old, my grandmother had bought me a rocking horse for Christmas and mailed it as a parcel through the mail.
The parcel was accidentally given at the village post office to someone else by mistake and they just took it and never bothered giving it back.
To this day, I’m still mad about that. 😡
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Dishonesty has no end,what a disappointment it must have been for you as a child😔
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Haha.. Love how you write! Though I am really sorry about the parcel!
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Thank you dear ,I really appreciate.
I am a bit all over the place in these weeks and much time to go through wp but I’ll catch up with your work soon❤️
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That post office owes you some Swiffer duster refills at the very least! I hope your Nona took it well.
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Right?and they should come and dust for me too😂😂😂
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Yes, and make dinner for your family. 🙂
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May be that it would be push it a little but I can try😉😂
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Makes me crazy when this happens. Seems like people don’t read the address anymore. Sorry your post is missing. We always get our neighbors mail. We just toss it back in their box. 😊
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That is what I usually do too but obviously we don’t all have the same honesty 😡
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I guess I had heard stories about the Italian post offices, but now I know for sure ! 😀
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And I won’t even start with the other public offices…..😱thank fir reading.have a great week end😀
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