WELL. You know that Altered Book I
worked on labored over for hours and sent off to the round robin exchange?
Some Postal Employee went postal on my package between here and Idaho. It looks like it soaked in a mud puddle for a very long time.
So right now I am mad as hell at all the Postal Employees in Minnesota, North Dakota, Montana and Idaho. I hope whoever is responsible for soaking a book that was incased in a bubble wrap postal approved $1.89 mailer gets a pox and I hope his penis falls off. Oh yeah what if it was a lady mail carrier… may her boobs sag prematurely and her hot flashes put Mount Vesuvius to shame. Mind you it is not just damp…it was dripping with water. For goodness sakes it is wintertime…too darn cold to have water anyplace…maybe it was left unattended in a post office shower…or maybe an elephant crushed the packaging and peed all over it…perhaps aliens stole it because they thought it was worth reading and when it wasn’t they hosed it down with their super duper space hoses filled with miracle water that never freezes.
I don’t know what I will do now. Sure it is only a book. I can make another. It was one of a kind. How do you go about making another one of a kind? I would bawl if I wasn’t so mad.
I can tell you this, lesson learned. The next book I mail off will be inside a Ziploc bag and then incased in bubble wrap and insured for $50 bucks. I used to have faith in the Postal Service…not so much anymore.
I had a rough day. I didn’t need anymore DRAMA in my day. Perhaps you have a Postal story that will make me feel better? It was one of those SPF days and I am not talking sunscreen.