Dear Post Office
First off, I'm a HUGE fan of snail mail and the post office. Back in grade school and high school, I used the post office a lot, corresponding with friends and relatives around the world. I also made friends with postal workers at the University post office. I even collected stamps.
Up to this day, in this age of emails and instant messaging and social networks, I still use the post office. There is this warm feeling you get when you fold paper into an envelope, lick the seal, and rub the stamp.
SMTP transactions, RFC 821, 5321, and 5322 don't sound as exciting as the way mail travels down the chute, over conveyor belts, sorted, stacked, stamped, labelled, tied up and bagged, transported over long distances, down rugged roads, across the rivers and oceans, on to your doorstep or mailbox.
But enough of nostalgia.
I write you today to tell you how much I'm hurt, how I feel so disappointed and betrayed.
You see, the packages I expected to arrive a month ago is still not here. I'm used to delays in the delivery. I'm used to the postman doing his rounds only once a week to save on fuel. Those things happen. But a month?
I have confirmed with the sender that the packages have been dispatched promptly. I have no reason to not believe their word. I waited two weeks (the usual time it takes for things like this to arrive) before finally paying you a visit to find out what's holding it up. Your workers said, no, there was nothing for me. So I waited some more. And waited.
Two more visits to you, and the parcel still wasn't there. Now what do you want me to think? I have heard of stories of mails getting lost, envelopes opened then resealed haphazardly (for inspection?), fragile objects getting squashed and munged beyond recognition. Those things haven't happened to me, in all my years of dealing with you. Well, not until now.
The parcel, by the way, is just a bunch of books -- nothing of value to any of your workers. (Not unless they are into science fiction, in which case, I would gladly lend them mine, if only they tell me.) I have received several parcels from the same sender in the past without any hitches. So I'm wondering what could be different now.
I'm not sure how we can resolve this. I've accepted the fate of my books, and could only hope that they are in better hands. I hope whoever got -- stole-- them would give them the love and care they deserve. I know, I sound O.A.: they're just books anyway. But that's just the point. If this can happen to something as trivial, how much more for more something valuable?
Anyway, I have not completely lost my trust in you. I have already asked the sender to resend the package. I earnestly hope that this time, you won't disappoint me.
I will wait.
Sincerely,
I am and will always be
Your old friend
Up to this day, in this age of emails and instant messaging and social networks, I still use the post office. There is this warm feeling you get when you fold paper into an envelope, lick the seal, and rub the stamp.
SMTP transactions, RFC 821, 5321, and 5322 don't sound as exciting as the way mail travels down the chute, over conveyor belts, sorted, stacked, stamped, labelled, tied up and bagged, transported over long distances, down rugged roads, across the rivers and oceans, on to your doorstep or mailbox.
But enough of nostalgia.
I write you today to tell you how much I'm hurt, how I feel so disappointed and betrayed.
You see, the packages I expected to arrive a month ago is still not here. I'm used to delays in the delivery. I'm used to the postman doing his rounds only once a week to save on fuel. Those things happen. But a month?
I have confirmed with the sender that the packages have been dispatched promptly. I have no reason to not believe their word. I waited two weeks (the usual time it takes for things like this to arrive) before finally paying you a visit to find out what's holding it up. Your workers said, no, there was nothing for me. So I waited some more. And waited.
Two more visits to you, and the parcel still wasn't there. Now what do you want me to think? I have heard of stories of mails getting lost, envelopes opened then resealed haphazardly (for inspection?), fragile objects getting squashed and munged beyond recognition. Those things haven't happened to me, in all my years of dealing with you. Well, not until now.
The parcel, by the way, is just a bunch of books -- nothing of value to any of your workers. (Not unless they are into science fiction, in which case, I would gladly lend them mine, if only they tell me.) I have received several parcels from the same sender in the past without any hitches. So I'm wondering what could be different now.
I'm not sure how we can resolve this. I've accepted the fate of my books, and could only hope that they are in better hands. I hope whoever got -- stole-- them would give them the love and care they deserve. I know, I sound O.A.: they're just books anyway. But that's just the point. If this can happen to something as trivial, how much more for more something valuable?
Anyway, I have not completely lost my trust in you. I have already asked the sender to resend the package. I earnestly hope that this time, you won't disappoint me.
I will wait.
Sincerely,
I am and will always be
Your old friend
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