Friday, November 21, 2014

Yesterday I spent an hour queuing to pick up a parcel. We have described the post office to which t

Bull heads of the Romanian Post
Party? It's whole life and all communications evolutionary history together, starting with handwriting, crossing Bull head dimes 27 stamped confirmation envelope glue, lead seal, typewriter, matrix printer, the computer connected naive to Internet and barcode scanners. All are there, used daily in any post office (though I'm c-dropped, inexplicably, the bull head). The one-stop bars, you can see clerks robotic repetitive automaticeşte complicating indefinitely, according to procedures, operation simple fact sending a stamped envelope.
Yesterday I spent an hour queuing to pick up a parcel. We have described the post office to which they belong. Nothing changes never here - firstly congestion. People are waiting, waiting, waiting in line, crammed into each other through a strange impatience agglutination everyone in a moving MeLeu. It plays on one foot to another, crossing arms simultaneously with research sullen ceiling, elbows resting bodies, on the counters, swaying on the heels peaks, chins resting on fists are tromping small and deep sighs . When they lose patience and make one scandal, feels gratitude in the air - the world would like to thank him for this scattering nevricoasă of boredom; you give the show a frozen tail is a blessing for fans.
The envelope is taken and weighed. Weight is written in a ledger, with pen. The envelope naive is a card stapled red type. Over it is also stapled a sheet smaller white type that are completed by hand with all sorts of information. On the envelope stick a sticker naive with a barcode. This is read by a scanner connected to a computer. naive Fill in some fields and in computer. Calculate shipping rates. In another book, are written by hand details on envelope, plus shipping prices, if multiple envelopes. Gather as primary, "we three and keep one". Check assembly on a small computer, office. Pass the final amount in a notebook. Typing is also some large computer codes, cursors and press the enter key. Apply stamps on the envelope. Delaminating of booklets little blue stickers that says "priority" and stick envelopes. Matrix printer Prints receipts on perforated sheets. Each is signed and stamped receipt. Take envelopes and placed in the rear shelf.
And somewhere, in the second place of the room is another clerk linking packet envelopes hemp twine. Millennium III tangled in the skein sure this has fallen into the nose, somewhere on the stairs Romanian Post, "part of your life."
To me it was not needed many operations. To me it was just a frantic search through cabinets, shelves and drawers. I handed a note card and pen-written notice, we were checked in a notebook and the lady at the counter proceeded after shipment. In three minutes were three operating ransacked the surrounding universe. They found him after only 10 minutes, so we were lucky.
I have nothing to reproach them Romanian Postal employees. I am convinced they do not like to work so, so some procedures naive obsolete, confusing and redundant. We, instead, an endless disappointment exasperated client transmitted heads of this institution, which, at the head of Bull here, I learned that the world has changed. Maybe they are immortal - but it serves them?
Not that somehow takes Vântu times Voiculescu! Who knows, it might work better to "privatized" faster "mogul" and perhaps would lead me, to charm the ineptelor naive obsolete postal procedures. With a mail and we owe it all mine I give it to image your Millennium entangled in a ball of hemp. Hemp stinks. And post. The woman's name Virginia. It is fortunate that today is the ghem.Fac naive the exchange. At the public. Huddle is concrete, measurable. It ends. 10 minutes ... and ready. And the break after the ball. And another ball. At the counter you never know. Usually it's tail. Always. It has a sweater in "degradeu". Black to the neck, purple down. At the base is red Dreptu '. The bag and shoes are like the Post Office, as we believe it's Mail, yes, so are her shoes. And the bag. And expectations, hopes, dreams and aspirations. Posta. With Zimbru. What Zimbru? And many, many, too many people who do nothing naive but look at her leg that takes too long to untangle the skein of hemp when really, there's nothing untangled. The string can not handle, just consume ... Pic! Pic! Bang!
I was in Belgium and as I sat there in endless lines at their stations. They were not at the same level but still rudimentary procedures replay moved. As if that's a flaw universe

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