Getting Vocal with a Local!

Some Days, It’s Just Not That Easy!

This morning I decided to just turn off the TV and shed all the negativity that is emanating in every direction from the U.S. election on almost every channel. So I head to town with my wife for a few hours just for a little chill time, taking a much deserved break from all the constant bickering and sarcasm that permeates our daily life. So I park the car and that is when I noticed the new bakery …



A More Serious Mango Moment!

Then it was off to the Post Office where I was prepared to let loose on somebody… anybody. Our local carrier (messenger as they are called here) delivered a letter this morning that I have been waiting on for well over a month. I have been to the post office in Calbayog City twice a week for several weeks now looking for this letter. (You can read more about my past Post Office adventures at the link I have posted below.) When I looked at the postmarks on the envelope, I could see where it was received in Manila on October 6th, forwarded and received by the Calbayog City post office on October 12th. Today is November 8th. The fact that I have been to the post office many times over the last few weeks looking for this letter did not prohibit the postmaster from blaming the messenger… again. Two weeks ago, I was told by the postmaster that the messenger was in the hospital for asthma and that he probably had the letter in his possession. “In his possession? In the hospital?” I exclaimed! It was then that someone found the messenger’s mail bag under a desk in a dark corner of the post office. They searched through the satchel, but found nothing that belonged to me. That means that my letter has been floating around the post office for nearly a month, before it eventually found its way into the hands of our local messenger, who apparently made a full recovery from his illness, and delivered it today.

Mango Moment

I’m not one to raise my voice, yell, argue or go face-to-face with a local, whatever may be the reason, but today was different. One can only be expected to put up with so much inefficiency, period. When I look at the interior of this postal facility, I can readily understand why mail does not make its way to its intended destination, as if it was by design. Mail clerks are playing games on their cell phones and smoking cigarettes in a “Non-Smoking” facility, while piles of unsorted mail lay in stagnation – upon every desk and table top available. I see no sorting system or anything that resembles a sorting bin. Last spring (April) I visited here looking for a letter that was about 6 weeks overdue, only to see still undelivered Christmas cards (all mostly colored red or green) stacked up on a table in the back of the room.

After I discussed with the postmaster the apparent lack of competence and after giving him a verbal crash course in principles of organization, he apologized to me several times, with respect. “I’m so sorry, Po” he rattled on and on. When I was finished, I smiled while pointing to the No Smoking sign, and said “Don’t forget” as I turned and walked out. I wasn’t asked to deliver the barangay’s mail this day… as the Post Office messenger beat me to it!

Read about my other PhilPost Adventures!



3 thoughts on “Getting Vocal with a Local!

  1. Hell Randy your postal system there sounds well organized as opposed to mine in Camboland. Here if it ever makes it to Siem Reap (average transit time between Phnom Penh and Siem Reap (+/- 30 days (314 km) with no over water transit required). When a truck load does arrive (there are no carriers, postmen or messengers here) it is dumped into a warehouse building in a single pile by arrival day. If you are expecting or trying to see if you have received mail, you enter the warehouse, and begin looking through the pile to locate your mail. One advantage to this procedure is that if you locate any mail that looks interesting to you, you are free to help yourself as no one cares there if it is really yours or someone else. Then after thirty days, any unclaimed mail remaining is gathered and hauled to the dump for disposal. (Oh, after the local mail people sort and pick through what they want. – I guess it is part of their benefit package)

  2. Sounds like retirement there could be fun and full of surprises! You should invite me over for a visit and we can sort mail together!

  3. I haven’t been on for awhile guess I could say just been to busy enjoying the beautiful weather at the beach but with all the rain we have been getting lately that wouldn’t be a good reason.
    I did enjoy your article on the cubs winning the world series. and glad we didn’t have any power problems here during the last game.
    I had to mail a sales tax payment back to Illinois for last year because we was still in business for the first half of last year ask my accountant if I could pay it early before moving here but he said I would have to wait till January. knowing and not trusting the mailing system or post office here we used LBC and sent it by envelope to my wife sister in Washington state and had her drop it in the mail. figured that way it will get there.
    we want to get over there for a visit after rainy season ends and we get back from our visit to Washington state to visit wife sister and family. we leave middle march return middle April.

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