I HATE THE POST OFFICE

So in my mailbox the other day I see that I have a package from my dad and mom. Great. So yesterday I was pumped that I was going to get what I already packed at home. Not much of a surprise but maybe my mom and dad slipped something else I didn:t know in there. So i go and pick up my package from the postoffice. Oh wait it is at the OTHER post office WHY? I don:t know. So today I asked my JTE at my junior high school why it wasn:t at MY post office. She couldn:t give me an answer. OKay i was fine with that. She was also telling me why they couldn:t leave it on my door step. It would be illegal to give it to anyone else. Okay I understand.

So I asked my Kocho if I could run to the PO really quick. I didn:t want to go because this is the one that I yelled at a week ago. That turned into a half hour. Oh and my package was not there. They brought out a little book tied with a piece of yarn with my name inside. All they could say was Miyai (my sunflower supervisor). Out of no where my supervisor comes in with my package. I THOUGHT IT WAS ILLEGAL TO GIVE ANYONE ELSE MY PACKAGE! So I told them that I understood the paper that was in my mailbox. OBVIOUSLY IT WAS A PACKAGE BECAUSE IT HAD MY DADS NAME ON IT. So I told them to send it to MY post office from now on. Will they understand that NO!
In the meantime, my office lady is researching on how to get to Wake from here. She says it is going to take an hour and half. Bernie asked her office lady and they told her 30 -60 minutes. (It takes me 40 minutes to get to Takebe which is about half way). They are color coding the map as we speak so I don:t get lost.

I will make it to Kyoto this weekend. SOBER.