
I'm always surprised at how efficiently mail I don't want arrives, while getting mail I actually do want (or really need) involves endless follow-up with the post office or my elusive building manager. Before my flurry of no-call, no-send, no-freaking-way-are-you-allowed-to-solicit-me signups, I'd get a host of catalogs from affiliates of a store where I'd bought something only two days before. Meanwhile, it once took three weeks of fruitless inquiries before a two-day certified-mail package I was expecting found it's way to the top of my mailbox for anyone to nab (without the required signature, mind you).
I just finished the book Entre Nous: A Guide to Finding Your Inner French Girl, and it contained two particularly useful insights: 1) If you feel like taking a nap, take a nap (bien sur!), and 2) make friends with whoever delivers your mail, so they'll be more inclined to deliver your courrier important. I've got the first one covered (and how!), but the second is taking some work. It's either because we literally don't speak the same language...or, well, maybe my cookies just suck.
Got tips for winning the respect and admiration of your mail-delivery peeps? Do tell.
-Jenifer Morgan... off to win postal friends before going postal...
Posted by: Michelle Lynne Goodfellow | June 25, 2007 at 04:59 AM