Aaaaand I'm fuming

So, currently, I'm not exactly a happy camper. Why, you may ask? Because my post office has almost fucked me over.

It all started yesterday. I checked the mail after work. Strange, my box was empty. That practically never happens. I usually always have some sort of junk. Oh well. No sorting, and no bills. All is well. Until this afternoon. Once again. Nothing. Even stranger, considering this happened yesterday.

So I wander over to my neighbor's house to ask if its happened to them, as well. They haven't checked theirs in the past few days. Oh, but lo and behold, My mail! And it isn't just junk, its a tax return and my mom's medicine. Well shit. Post office caused some shit there.

Before you ask, yes, I already called the national number, as my local office is closed for the day. I filed a complaint and the lady there was very helpful. I should be receiving more information within one business day. If you guys are interested, I'll keep y'all posted.

TL;DR: Hm. Tastes like Kevin Bacon.