“We don’t have any stamps at the post office today.”

I have only a few days left to send my three accepted artworks to Springfield for the Big E’s Photo Competition. The plan was to pick up the prints from McGreevy Pro Lab (my pro lab of choice), grab a USPS Priority Mail flat rate shipping container, purchase the necessary stamps for shipping, go back to my office to print out the hang tags, tape the hang tags to my artworks, put everything in the shipping container, and then drop it off at the post office so that it can be delivered to Springfield at Priority Mail speed.

And if you’ve read the headline … you know what kind of clusterfuck I ran into.

I shall explain.

Rather than guess how much postage is needed for shipping three foam-boarded artworks, I grabbed one of the “medium flat rate” shipping containers. The sign on the post office said that the necessary postage for this shipping container is $21.05. Okay. That would be two $10 stamps, a $1 stamp, and a 5c stamp.

I walk up to the counter and ask the postal employee to sell me $21.05 in stamps.

“We don’t have those stamps. I can print out metered postage once you hand me your package,” he said.

“No, that’s fine,” I replied, “I still have to pack the box. All I need is the postage. Are you telling me you don’t have high-denomination stamps?”

“Not here,” he said.

I looked at the wall behind him. There were plenty of wall advertisements for various commemorative stamps at standard “Forever” pricing. Then again, how would it look if I purchased 27 “Forever” stamps and slathered them all over the shipping box?

Yeah, imagine the judges receiving a shipping box that was coated in Spongebob Squarepants commemorative postage. Certainly THAT doesn’t scream “unhinged” to the recipient.

I had no choice. I took the shipping box back to my office, took care of the necessary hangtag information and preparation, placed the three artworks in the box, and brought the package back to the post office for METERED mail.

Now mind you, this is a Priority Mail shipping box. I handed the employee the box last night.

“Okay, that should get to Springfield by this coming Monday,” he said.

Wait, WHAT??

Since when does Priority Mail take NEARLY A WEEK to travel from Albany to Springfield? Is it being delivered by a mule named Sal? This is PRIORITY MAIL, the box says PRIORITY MAIL, is “Priority Mail” now a euphemism for “We’ll get it there at some point in time, but yeah, you should have just taken it there yourself”?

Ugh. Once i handed the package to the postal employee, I couldn’t take it back. I’m stuck. I now have to hope the shipment arrives in time for judging and doesn’t get bounced on a “we didn’t get it in time” technicality.

But even then … I’m still thinking to myself … why in God’s name did the post office NOT have suitable postage stamps? And Heaven forbid that I would have needed to include necessary postage for return shipping, you can’t just put a non-dated metered strip in the shipping crate with your goods.

Screw this. This morning I’m going to place an order with the post office’s online store and buy my own postage directly. I don’t have time for this crapola.

Yeah, and I know who to blame for this debacle.

Donald Trump. That orange goblin installed Louis DeJoy as the Postmaster General, and DeJoy’s main goal was to rip out speed-sorting machines and jack up postage prices and make people want to use FedEx – which, by the way, once employed DeJoy as a corporate head. I guess when you’re a Trump appointee, they’ll let you do it. Grab ’em by the ZIP code, right?

As you can tell … I’m not happy with this.

But I have no choice. This is my new lot in life. Ugh.

I just hope that all this work will be worth it in the end. And next year … I’ll just bring the artworks to Springfield myself.

Postal service. A classic oxymoron.