I may go postal on a postal worker and yes, this is a rant.
Darling daughter finally found a bit of time to renew her passport this afternoon. The normal processing time is supposed to be 3 weeks and we’re leaving in probably double that (too lazy to check the calendar and count). Alrighty, clearly there should be plenty of time.
We walk into the post office. It is crowded. There are a lot of problems so I should have known right then that this was a sign. But no, we wait. And we finally get up to the window. Theresa hands the guy her old passport, the application, photos, a check. He sticks everything in an envelope which he has her address and then he puts a certified mail thingie on it and we’re on our way.
Except, after we got home, I’m thinking something was wrong with that. I look at the blank application and the procedures that need to be followed for renewing a passport if the initial passport was issued for a minor. Apparently he was supposed to check her ID, sign the form and have her sign it. He didn’t even look at the freaking form.
I am furious. Livid. Raging mad. The envelope is already on it’s way to the passport office in PA. They will get it and send it back and we will have to go again to renew it. Gee, think we’ll be going to that same post office?
