As I type this, I have been on hold with the Embarcadero Center post office for nearly 45 minutes and have no desire for it to ever end. I am in a purgatorial state of grace--a lavish, soothingly euphonious netherworld where I have an excuse to be unproductive for a spell while chained to this grim cubicle. Muzac envelops me, easing my tension and causing me to envision marble-lined elevators and a corporate lobby of muted asian decor...I am in rapture as I listen to smiley voices beckoning me to purchase more postal services, I picture them as 50s-style caricatures with oversized heads and teeth that sparkle:
...premium international shipping with global express guaranteed...run a business or a more secure way of receiveing mail...only you have the key...heading for london, tokyo or shanghai?...get your passport application faster by requesting expedited servce...now you can buy stamps at everyday places...
Here's a fun photo:
2 comments:
So...did they have your package? :->
no, they totally didn't. they said it would help if i had the slip with some kind of number on it, which i think i threw away. i am totally digging your blog name btw.
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