Going Postal

Although recent training in customer care (or maybe advances in pharmaceuticals) have made the US Post Office more pleasant, it still is a drag to go there. Due to their limited hours, the only time I can use the facility is early on Saturday morning. I arrive to find it understaffed, crowded, and smelly. I used to wait an hour to mail a small package.

Now they have the APS. I don't know what it stands for but I was directed to it by Larry, a 40 year-old tatoo canvas that with a foot in the grave, a finger on the trigger, and the smell of Vick's Vapor Rub.

The APS kiosk allows one to navigate a series of screens to pay for postage and print an apporpriate stamp, elminating interaction with a surly dude that's pissed off about getting paid a lot to work on Saturday. After the quick transaction I left the long lines of the computer unsaavy and went off to work. Ahhh.

Does Larry realize that by introducing me to APS that he is accelerating his disposal? Soon grumpy workers will be replaced with happy kiosks. I guess APS stands for Alternative Postage Satisfaction.