No worries mon…
June 29th, 2009It amuses me how my brain works sometimes (well, most of the time :P).
I’m such a worrywart and I always over complicate things ahead of time which usually (well almost always :P) results in a lot of wasted energy.
Our cluster mailboxes got replaced a few days ago. We didn’t receive a new key so we couldn’t get to our mail. So over the weekend (when there wasn’t anything I could do about it anyway) I was wondering who to contact to get the new key.
Here’s a general description of my thought process:
“I should probably call the local post office first.”
“It’s a private community though, so those boxes are probably bought or rented by whoever is in charge or on the board of the community. So they probably have the new keys then.”
“I don’t even know who those people are. Maybe I should call the Realtor to ask for that info.”
“I wonder if those keys were handed out during one of those community meetings we never go to. Maybe I should ask the neighbors to see if they know what’s going on and where we can get that key.”
“Or maybe they put it in our old mailbox before they replaced it but we didn’t see it cause we didn’t check for a few days. That means they probably transferred all the mail to the new one including our new key. Meh I’ll have to wait there for the mailman to show up so he can open it for me. And they never deliver mail at the same time each day… if I call them and it’s in the mailbox maybe they can give me a rough estimate about when he’ll be there so I don’t have to wait there all day… Hmm wonder if I need to bring old mail as proof of address when I do that… should probably ask that too.”
“Wow, you know I hope it wasn’t a first come first serve type deal and ours is a different box in a shitty place now cause we waited so long.”
“They’ll probably only give us one key too. We have two now. I wonder if the hardware stores even make duplicates of keys that are smaller than house keys…”
So this morning I decided to start off by calling the local post office, which went like this:
Me: “Hi our community’s mailboxes just got replaced. I was wondering who I need to contact to get a hold of the new key.”
Post office worker: “Oh yeah it’s here, you can come pick it up.”
Me: “Oh… ok that’s great thanks!”
…
Went over there, guy came out with the new keys (that’s right, keys, they made us 3 copies) and all of our mail including a package we were expecting. Cause obviously they’re smarter than I gave them credit for and kept the mail there until I came to pick up the key 
I asked if it was still the same box number, guy said “yup” so I thanked him and went on my way.
I’m such a nutbag.
I laugh at it in hindsight, but I know I’m going to do it again anyway cause that’s just the way I work unfortunately :/
*sigh*
-Dee(railed)
