Dear Italian Postal Service,
You are ruining my life. Please stop being a hot mess so I can actually receive bills, letters, magazine subscriptions, & super important documents. You are actually preventing me from being a responsible adult.
I didn't really want to bring this up, but since you are threatening my academic & economic future, along with my mental health, I might as well mention the Permesso di Soggiorno. What is it's purpose? I already spent too much time & $$ @ the Italian Consulate in Pittsburgh getting my Visa & proving I am legit. Since I had to submit the Permesso through you, Postal Service, I feel like this is also your fault. You drive me so insane that I am very much tempted to become an illegal resident, solely so I don't have to sit for another 6+ hours @ the Ufficio Immigrazione so someone can make sure I am not a gypsy/professional panhandler/undocumented textile worker.
Not cool.
Don't get me wrong though--I do think you could do a lot of great things if you went somewhere where they can help teach you about methods engineering, but until you seek treatment for your issues with line & queue management, I can't continue like this. Look deep inside yourself & you will discover ways to effectively use a mail box that you never thought possible.
Bottom line though: It's not me, it's you.
Love,
Rachel E.
P.S. It also might be nice to sell stamps at the Post Office. Apparently you can only get them @ your local Tabaccheria. Just sayin'.
P.P.S. Maybe things are different in Rome or Milan. I suspect not.
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