Misanthrope -- that's me. Part deux.

This past weekend my absolute "favorite" person was my mail carrier. S/he has successfully misdelivered packages/envelopes/etc. addressed to moi to all the wrong places, and no not just to someone down the hall but to people in buildings down the street. Maybe it's not s/he but the little troll making a muck of things in the USPS truck (oh UPS you're next.)

Also on notice: the supervisor at my local post office. I was told Friday or Saturday (at the latest) I would be contacted re the whereabouts of my missing package. Monday the tool calls me and says, "mistakes happen, but they rarely happen around here." That afternoon I get two pieces of mail that don't belong to me, and it's no surprise it's someone's bank statement who of course doesn't live in my building. Day later, turns out they have my package, but they didn't realize this till four days of me and Alex hounding them to the point where I'd just about given up. Apparently, the person who went down to the post office to get MY package didn' t realize it wasn't addressed to him/her until after opening it. To top it off, a post card addressed to my place was delivered up the street to an aquaintence's residence yesterday. She doesn't even live in an apartment building but a townhouse. The only thing we have in common is our zip code.