This has got to be the weirdest spring I have seen in awhile.

It started getting warm a few weeks ago…then it turned back into winter, then to fall. I would say today would be fall because it is 47 degrees outside. We were supposed to have our city wide yard sale today and I planned on participating but…on top of being cold, it rained yesterday. I haven’t noticed if it has done more than sprinkle today but it is just cloudy and dreary. My daughter was supposed to have had a ball tournament which has been cancelled, so they are going to try to do it during the week at night next week – during Benchmark exams. I don’t think we will be playing any late games because of that. Idiots.

I am going to Eureka Springs in two weeks for a conference…I’m hoping that I can skip some legal ed sessions and do some sight seeing, because it is really pretty there. I would rather not be going at all – I am going to miss the Beale St. Music Festival which upsets me, because this year, John Legend is playing. And Wolfmother. And Corinne Bailey Rae. And Daughtry. Edwin McCain. The Ohio Players.

Sometimes, responsibility sucks – this all relates to a group I am in, I’m the President for this year, and it is my LAST function as President. I’m sure it will be fun because it usually is…but this festival is once a year.

I’ll comfort myself in the knowledge that it will probably rain like it does almost every year.

Okay, now I’m going to move to another subject…this is something that happened a little over a month ago that I’ve been meaning to write about. It involves the post office. And me having to be a be-otch, even when I REALLY, really don’t want to be.

I have a post office box. I usually check it in the morning before I go to work. They have hours not good for working people (8:30 – 12, 1:30-4:30…yes, that is an hour and a half for lunch in a town of around 1000). They are usually good if a package doesn’t fit in a locker that you need a key for to come to the door and give it to you.

I go one morning and there is a no mail and a note for me to come to the window. I go and am told that they are holding my mail because an employee “accidentally” rented by box to someone else, and this other lady has a key. I am asked is it okay if they hold my mail until the lady comes in to check the box – she hasn’t come in so far. They will put the note back in the box. I tell them it is fine as long as they will let me pick it up in the morning. They tell me no problem.

About 4-5 days later (I know, I know – but I mostly get bills and I know when they are all due), I go in one morning and the note IS STILL THERE. No mail is there. I go to get my mail and this man who never has helped me before but has worked there for years gets snotty with me and wants to see my license, because he doesn’t know that I am who I say I am.

I usually never take my purse in, just my keys. This is a small post office. I couldn’t help it, I just went off. I told him this was no MY fault. I told him that THEY were the ones who rented out my box, that I was told I would get my mail with no problem, and now I couldn’t get it. Needless to say, I just left. I was mad.

I call the post office a couple of hours later and get the post master, who is female, on the phone. I have to say she alternated between being nice, and being condescending. I was told that they were “only human” and that they “make mistakes like everyone else.” She apologized for about the man’s behavior but he didn’t know me. Could she deliver my mail to me at home? We tried to figure out something but there was no way – mainly because it didn’t work with her schedule. When she got to the part about them being only human – well, she was condescending then and I’d had enough.

I finally told her I wanted her to get the key to my box back from whomever had it, even if they had to go to her house and get it. I have had this box for six years now, and do not see why I have to change my address. She finally figures out she needs to shut up and tells me she will see what she can do.

She calls me back about 30 minutes later, and here is what I find out: She personally KNEW the lady the box was rented to. She call this lady AT WORK because she KNEW her, and she was going to bring my key back that day. I would have mail in my box that afternoon after I got off work.

So, my whole point is: They made the mistake. This was not my fault. Yet she knew this other person and didn’t want to inconvenience her; she wanted to wait for her to come in, then let ME, the one not at fault, be inconvenienced. And who knows how long this would have went on. And why did it get fixed? Because I had to be a bitch about it…WHICH I HATE. I hate how I feel after being ugly with people. And I wish now I had had the nerve to say something when she called me back asking her how it was fair that I had to be inconvenienced while her friend got to trot around the country with a key to my mail box???

AUGH.