sh*t in my cereal
Mar. 22nd, 2007 02:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janetlinThings were going too well.
My composition class met in one of the library computer labs today, so we could learn how to use all the various kinds of resources the library has for our research papers. Afterwards, I'd walked all the way back to my car before I realized that I'd left my denim jacket in the lab. So I walk back, only to find that the lab is locked up and the lights are out, so I can't even see if my jacket is still in there. I manage to find the office of the librarian who had been helping us, but it's locked and dark, too, and there is no notice of office hours. So I call her and leave a voicemail asking if anyone turned the jacket in to her, or if our professor took it. Then on my way to my car again, Johnnie calls saying that my child support check was returned "Undeliverable as addressed" (despite that I've gotten every other child support check, which was addressed the exact same way). Now, I've had problems recieving my mail here before (a letter from Alan, Morgan's Christmas present from Johnnie, my invitation to register for school), but a few weeks ago I went into the branch and lodged a complaint, and the lady at the counter filled out a form and said she would get it to my carrier. But apparently that hasn't fixed the problem. I'm sure that _paying_ for a P.O. box might (maybe) help - if it's an issue with the carrier bringing it to my house, then just cut out the middle-man - but something about giving them money to passively fix a problem that shouldn't be a problem in the first place doesn't sit right with me.
My composition class met in one of the library computer labs today, so we could learn how to use all the various kinds of resources the library has for our research papers. Afterwards, I'd walked all the way back to my car before I realized that I'd left my denim jacket in the lab. So I walk back, only to find that the lab is locked up and the lights are out, so I can't even see if my jacket is still in there. I manage to find the office of the librarian who had been helping us, but it's locked and dark, too, and there is no notice of office hours. So I call her and leave a voicemail asking if anyone turned the jacket in to her, or if our professor took it. Then on my way to my car again, Johnnie calls saying that my child support check was returned "Undeliverable as addressed" (despite that I've gotten every other child support check, which was addressed the exact same way). Now, I've had problems recieving my mail here before (a letter from Alan, Morgan's Christmas present from Johnnie, my invitation to register for school), but a few weeks ago I went into the branch and lodged a complaint, and the lady at the counter filled out a form and said she would get it to my carrier. But apparently that hasn't fixed the problem. I'm sure that _paying_ for a P.O. box might (maybe) help - if it's an issue with the carrier bringing it to my house, then just cut out the middle-man - but something about giving them money to passively fix a problem that shouldn't be a problem in the first place doesn't sit right with me.
