It’s January 23, 2012.  It’s been at this post office location for about a week now.  I understand my package not arriving in time due to the snow we’ve gotten, but it should’ve been out for delivery already.  That snow melted on FRIDAY.  And last I checked, the post office and its operations are open then.  It should have been at my house already.  I’m pissed beyond belief because I can’t even pick it up myself.  I don’t care how first-world-problems this sounds like, I’m getting really impatient and I’m afraid that my mail might have gotten lost. I. Hate. Not. Being. Able. To. Do. Anything. About. It. >:(((((((( <^>

It’s January 23, 2012.  It’s been at this post office location for about a week now.  I understand my package not arriving in time due to the snow we’ve gotten, but it should’ve been out for delivery already.  That snow melted on FRIDAY.  And last I checked, the post office and its operations are open then.  It should have been at my house already.  I’m pissed beyond belief because I can’t even pick it up myself.  I don’t care how first-world-problems this sounds like, I’m getting really impatient and I’m afraid that my mail might have gotten lost.

I. Hate. Not. Being. Able. To. Do. Anything. About. It.

>:(((((((( <^>

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