My husband and I have two more big trips planned before this summer. One to San Diego to visit friends, and one to Canada for a family wedding. Since we'll be traveling with our daughter and we're leaving the country for a few days we knew we'd need passports; and so would our daughter. We had all of our paperwork, all of our pictures, and everything ready to go and it took 2 and a half hours at the post office to get it taken care of. My husband was ready to spit nails and I was only slightly less annoyed.
My daughter has figured out how to pull herself up in the last couple days, so now she likes to practice all the time...I had a dream last night that she just pulled herself up and started walking and running. It was terrifying! I'm not ready for this! I'm still getting used to having her underfoot and not staying in the general area where I left her. I'm not ready for her to be pulling herself up and walking and running around! ACK! Sigh...oh well, ready or not here she comes!!
Showing posts with label Post Office. Show all posts
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Monday, January 11, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Bank Tellers
My family just got back into town from an extended vacation. So, as usual we've had a lot of errands we've had to run: grocery shopping, post office...the bank. We managed the grocery shopping first because we had no food in the house. My husband went back to a very stimulating (massive sarcasm) day of in-service at the high school he works at so the post office and the bank were on the list for my daughter and me today. The post office was a nightmare; thank goodness I did not have to stand in line! I just needed stamps, which I could get from a lovely automated machine; three people in line versus 40-50 in the counter line (yikes!).
Next we went on a short trip to Target to get diapers. Then, the bank. It was just before mid-day so I figured it might be faster to go through the drive-through rather than go in with a cranky baby and stand waiting in line. Well, I was partially right, my daughter was cranky, the line inside was long, and the drive-through looked much better. Of course I hadn't counted on the bank teller offering me all sorts of services after I had made my transaction. He's a very nice teller, I've talked with him before inside the bank, and he was just trying to make banking easier for my husband and I. It was, however, a service we don't want, don't need, and he kept trying to sell me on it while I was sitting in a car with a screaming child. Who does that? It's a two-way intercom system so clearly he could hear my child screaming and see the line of cars waiting to be served. I know he was trying to be helpful and I was not rude (no, mother I was not rude), but come on? Really? Is that the best time to be asking people about their banking choices?
Next we went on a short trip to Target to get diapers. Then, the bank. It was just before mid-day so I figured it might be faster to go through the drive-through rather than go in with a cranky baby and stand waiting in line. Well, I was partially right, my daughter was cranky, the line inside was long, and the drive-through looked much better. Of course I hadn't counted on the bank teller offering me all sorts of services after I had made my transaction. He's a very nice teller, I've talked with him before inside the bank, and he was just trying to make banking easier for my husband and I. It was, however, a service we don't want, don't need, and he kept trying to sell me on it while I was sitting in a car with a screaming child. Who does that? It's a two-way intercom system so clearly he could hear my child screaming and see the line of cars waiting to be served. I know he was trying to be helpful and I was not rude (no, mother I was not rude), but come on? Really? Is that the best time to be asking people about their banking choices?
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