I got a little notice from the post office (Correo Argentina) the other day to let me know they tried to deliver a registered letter but I wasn't home. In actual fact, I never left the house all day so that was a big fat lie. Mr Postman just couldn't be arsed ringing the buzzer. The notice said I had to come and pick up the 'package' from the local sorting office. There was no option to have them redeliver but that's fine I'll go and stretch my legs.
Twenty minutes there, take a number, twenty minute wait, show drivers licence as id, twenty minutes back. The 'package' was in fact a letter from the post office. Hmm... why are the post office sending me registered letters? The letter was a notice from the international sorting office advising me that I have a 'package' to pick up. W.T.F. - Why didn't you just let me know that in the first place!
So I head to the international sorting office downtown. Forty minutes there by subway and walking, take a number, forty minute wait, show drivers licence as id and...
- Surly Bored Postal Worker: - "You need to show a passport."
- Me: - "huh!...I just showed my drivers licence to pick up a registered package this morning so why do I need to show a passport now"
- Surly Bored Postal Worker: - "That was a domestic package, this is an international package."
- Me: - "W.T.F. why didn't you let me know this?"
- Surly Bored Postal Worker: - "We did, it's in the tiny fine print on the back of the notice near the bottom."
- Me: - "F$%&8@#&{~>?{}][%%#!!!!" x 10
- Me: - "So I need to come back tomorrow, forty minutes by subway and walking, take a number, forty minute wait, show Passport as id and then I get my package right?"
- Surly Bored Postal Worker: - "No, this line is just to show id. We then give you another ticket with a number and you go into the next room with 300 people and wait for your number to be called"
- Me: - "You're F'in joking right?"
- Surly Bored Postal Worker: - "Actually no and there's one more thing, you need to pay a 4 pesos admin fee."
- Me: - "F$%&8@#&{~>?{}][%%#!!!!" x 1000
Roll on tomorrow!
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Queen of Goob: That's tomorrows fun task of the day. I'm sure with my luck and the great Argentinian bureaucracy there will be more obstacles to overcome!
ReplyDeleteOh Quicky, I IDENTIFIE!!!! Went to the motor registry to register my car yesterday. You have to get a ticket but there are three buttons on the machine depending on what service you're after. Of course I was in a hurry, pushed the wrong button waited 20 minutes to find I was in the 'new licences' queue then had to go back and get another for the 'registration renewal' queue! Fwoooaaaarrr. What was in the parcel? Gawn, spill!
ReplyDeleteOh: PS I sent a parcel to a friend in Ireland on the 8th June . .still hasn't got there!
ReplyDeleteBaino: So at least it isn't just me then.
ReplyDeleteI haven't managed to get the parcel yet. I need to go back tomorrow for round 2 of this farce.
I'm hoping it's the batch of post that I get forwarded from London and I'm praying I actually do succeed manana!
No surprise on your long delivery time to Ireland. Guaranteed 7 day delivery here = 21 days at the earliest!
My god that could be Poland. Do Argentinian post offices sell a wonderful selection of ladies tights, cigarettes and shampoos also?
ReplyDeleteShaunj: I wish!
ReplyDeleteNo here they sell stupidity, bureaucracy, red tape and bad attitude!
Good luck on tomorrow's odyssey. Wouldn't it be great if you could "live blog" it? (Great for us, that is!)
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ReplyDeleteFrankly, you have it easy....
ReplyDeleteI would explain the Dutch way of doing this but my face would explode.
Take my word for it.
wow! That sounds like a horrid situation. I guess I should go via FedEx if i ever send something to Argentina.
ReplyDeleteI'm wetting myself here. Even the pic is hilarious.
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It´s the Spanish in them chap. They get it from the Spanish, believe me. Zact same treatment as you get here in Spain. Over 2 weeks ago sent 500 euros worth of train tickets for a client "certified" to Barcelona. Still have not arrived. Client has been and gone so we had to pay for another batch of tickets for him. Despite being certified, correos have no trace of where the tix have gone. Have complained and complained and have still got no where. $·$%%)*+`$$ x 10000
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ReplyDeleteSurely your covered by some sort of insurance for that?
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ReplyDeleteSo, I'm dying of curiosity, what did you get at the post office back in June of 2008?
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