I'm blaming "Spitgirl" for this brunette moment...

Just to refresh your memories, "Spitgirl" is my friend E who posts here occasionally and runs the Little Maple Project that can be found on the sidebar under "Bloggy Fun", and this post is all her fault. I take NO blame in the following story...at all.

(Well, it was worth a try...)

I finally got around to sending out Christmas cards and pressies to a few people today. I've had a few cards in a pile and I've been meaning to put them in the mail all week, but I remembered today and sent them at work.

My FIL filled out a couple Christmas cards and put some money in them (for people in the office building as their Christmas bonus), and I was supposed to put them under the Super's door. Well, at the same time, since I had to go downstairs anyways, I decided I'll mail my Christmas and Channukah cards as well. Sounds ok so far, right?

Well, the plan kind of fell apart...

I ended up putting EVERYTHING in the mailbox. Yes, that's right, I put the Christmas cards for the Super and maintenance guy in the mailbox. Since it was supposed to go under the door, there was nothing on the envelope except for the person's name. NO address. NO return address. NO stamp. NO NOTHING.

Blargh!

I tried shoving my arm in the mailbox, but it didn't quite reach the two cards...and I decided that wasn't the best idea in case someone saw me. I *SO* don't need a criminal record at this stage of the game. So, feeling utterly stupid I sullenly walked back up to the office, knocked on my FIL's door (since he was in with a patient), and told him what happened.

I have the distinct feeling that if he wasn't my FIL my ass would have been fired out the door for such utter stupidity.

After the patient left, he called Canada Post to see what our options were.

Since it's against the 'rules' for a postal carrier to hand mail back once it's in the box, the only thing they suggested was that they would put a hold on the mail bag once it gets to the station, BUT...

I would have to wait for the mailman to get there.

Since pick-up, at least according to the sign on the box, was at 5:00, I decided to go down and wait for him. I stood in the lobby of our building from 4:30 and waited...and waited...and waited...

At 5:50, the postal truck pulled up and out walked the mailman. I stopped him and explained what happened and he said 'Oh, I'm a trainee, you have to speak to my supervisor, he's in the truck.' At that point I thought for sure I was snookered. I mean, if I had to talk to a supervisor who was training this guy, he would probably play by the rules and not even listen to my story.

I explained it to him and I never used the word 'mail', I was sure if I did, he'd say well 'it's property of Canada Post'. I just said that I mistakenly put two Christmas cards in there by accident and would he be kind enough to let me get them back.

I swear I must have a horseshoe someplace because he opened the mailbox and went through all the mail and handed the two envelopes back to me! WHEW!

After he gave them to me, I put them under the Super's door. As I was about to leave I saw the supervisor stomp on the mail (yes, STOMP) in order for it to fit into the two boxes that they brought to transfer the mail from the box to their truck. With a supervisor like that, I fear for the future...

On a side note, I've noticed that Blogger is acting all wonky (big shock there) and it won't let a lot of people comment, and I've been having problems commenting on others blogs. I've decided to open up my blog for anyone who wants to comment (in order to solve the problem), at least for the short term. I just ask that if you do comment, please let me know who you are...

Deuce is finally starting to get his voice back. He wasn't too pleased with Josh this evening when I asked him to get Deuce so I could give him his pill. He let out such a loud hiss! After I gave him his pill, he went running into the den and kept purring, cooing and mewing at Josh, I guess that was his way of saying 'sorry'. :P