I had a confrontation with a postman in the customer service are of the PO. I took two big boxes that I was shipping from some products I sold from my eBay store. Like I’ve been doing for several years I took them up there when the shipping label attached and was just going to drop them off with the clerk. He insulted me. It was like saying your lying about the cost of the shipment. He asked, “where’s your receipt?” I need to know what you paid for the shipping. I need to take measurements, etc. I was like “No one has every asked me for a receipt before!” They just take the boxes and that’s it! He just wanted to continue to argue and I said forget it. I’ll just take them some where else. I plan to call the Postmaster! I struggled to get those big boxes out to the car. I was so mad I couldn’t breathe. I wanted so badly to go to the store and get some cigarettes and drink! I needed to calm down and when I was living alone that’s what I could do. But now since I’m living with my parents (caregiver) I can’t do that. Oh, I can go to a parking lot & park and smoke & drink. But I’d whether not. I was glad I didn’t. The demons inside me tried so hard to talk me into the path of destruction. I was having problems with breathing and all I could think of was making it go away. That’s what addicts do.
Instead, I came home wrote in my blog and diary. Thanks for listening.
