I don't feel particularly comfortable slagging off underpaid public sector workers.
Sometimes it just has to be done.
I got some post on Thursday. It included magazines that were due last Friday. and some of my neighbours' post.
At about half one today, sat at this computer just inside the front door, I listened and watched as mountains of post came through the door.
I picked up the first piece and realised it was for next door. A cursory glance realised that many more were for occupants past and present of the three other houses in my block, as well as for me.
I opened the door, the postman was still standing there preparing to shovel another pile of post through my door. I asked him to wait while I sorted out my neighbours' post. He asked me where was Danny's house - I explained it was next door (it's one number higher than mine). He went away and came back. I said that I'd really prefer not to receive my neighbours' post. Besides, I'm honest - not everybody is. He said that he didn't normally do this round but he just had to get it delivered and he didn't have time to go to every house.
I found something that looked like a payslip for one of my neighbours. I showed it (unopened, I hasten to add) to the postman, and said, "See this - it looks like an important document for my neighbour. Do you think he would be happy if he knew it was being delivered to my house?" The postman grunted.
He asked me again where 'X cottage' is: I explained it was behind the sign saying 'X cottage'. I also pointed out that 'Y cottage' was behind the sign saying 'Y cottage'. Contemptuously he said that he knew that. I asked sweetly why, therefore, he was delivering the post addressed to 'Y cottage' to my door. I also gently reminded him that his bag was on my wheelie bin "Don't forget it," I said. The look he gave me...
I know there are numerous problems in Royal Mail, but I really do not find this in the slightest bit acceptable.
