Ya know what really sucks? I have a Post Office Box and it's on the first floor of the Post Office. It happens to be on the edge of the building so if I happen to go to the Post Office after hours I can peer through a window on the side of the building and I can see from the back side of the box, i.e., the side that the workers use to put mail into my box.
It's pretty cool because when it's late and I get off the subway I can peek in the window and see if I have stuff inside my box. Oh, I can't tell what anything is but I can at least see if there's stuff in there.
Last night I looked in there and I saw a big envelope -- bigger than anything I've seen in a long time -- and the envelope fit the description I've read on here. It looked like my school sent me an admissions packet. So I had a shred of hope last night that MAYBE -- JUST MAYBE -- when I got back there today there'd be that sweet envelope that I've been waiting for all my life. I was stoked.
This morning when I raced over there like a kid at Christmas I got spanked HARD. That envelope turned out to be a new pack of marketing materials that my friggin' phone company is sending out to customers. Trouble is, I am so unproductive at work these days that I really need to hear whaddup soon. That's why I wish they'd get this party started, one way or another.