So much for my do nothing day. The jackass post office sent a direct missive to our house. Because we're both on disability, we had a mailbox attached to the house, like people used to. A couple of years back they made us go through hoops to keep it.
The new form didn't even have a place for input from a medical professional. The form was very brief. Apparently only a near dead person living by themselves can qualify for such a privilege as having an attached mailbox instead of something by the street. Anybody meeting their requirements would most likely be in an assisted living situation. The USPS is cheap, lazy & a word I don't use often, ableist.
We didn't feel like we had a choice & put up a box by the street. The Youtube videos made it look easy, it wasn't. The ground here is rocky & it's been really dry. So driving something into it took a lot of effort & wore me out. I had to take several breaks. The box didn't have holes for the screws only dimples where they should go. It wasn't an easy process & it was exhausting. My hands have a lot of little cuts, my body is sore & pounding the ground set off a lot debris that killed my sinuses.
The damn thing is up & now it's raining. Maybe that will help it set in some. It looks OK & I hope it lasts. If it doesn't, there's a screw into the ground anchor we'll try. May every single person who had part in this decision to make my life harder due to this just rot. And, I hope it's terrible & horrifying. Cheap ass bastards.
That's it for now. Take care. Screw the USPS.
Cya...
