Going Postal

Earlier on in the week, I had to go to the post office to mail a few things; despite the fact that I had to walk there which realistically takes 3 minutes, and there was 4 people ahead of me in line, it literally took me one hour to go and come back. At the beginning of the year, I was really frustrated with the post office because a) I couldn’t find it and b) when I finally did, it was closed. It is only open from 7:30-12:45 so for people who work or go to school, it becomes very difficult to get mail posted. Albeit, I had a few (six) things to mail but in my opinion, I didn’t think it should have taken as long as it did. I had two small letters to send and after weighing them, the man gave me the stamps and envelopes back only for me to have to stick on the stamps myself and then walk outside and post them in the mailbox. I’m sorry, was I not at the post office already? Why would that mail not just stay at the post office and go out from there? Moreover, the remaining four things I had to send were larger things which contributed to the other 40 minutes of my post office adventure. For each package that I had to send, homeboy put at least 9 stamps on. Are you serious Clark? Why not print a sticker with a barcode that says that I paid the right amount instead of sticking each collector’s edition stamp on and then taping the hell out of the box to make sure the stamps don’t slip off? Too much. 

Legit

Anyway, in other frustrating/unsafe Maltese news, as I was walking back from getting some groceries last night I saw an uncovered manhole. The cover was just strewn about, not even half making an attempt to cover the hole. There were no pylons indicating any sort of random hole in the ground. I imagine that since today is Sunday, and God forbid anyone works, it will remain uncovered until Monday.

I digress. That’s been my non-eventful week. I’ll be back in two weeks.