I hate you, Canada Post

I sent out two lucky cats on the same day in March. One to T. and one to D. The one that was sent to T. arrived fine in a couple of days, the one to D. took much longer.

This is what it looked like when I sent it:

So it arrived at her local post office a few weeks later, but she could never pick it up, owing to the fact that the shithole post office in Brooklyn is only open weekdays from nine to five. Y’know, the same exact hours people are at work. So they informed her they sent it back. I had just about given up on seeing it again, being that it’s almost three MONTHS later, but today I got a package slip telling me to pick up my returned package at the post office. When I get there, they tell me I have to pay them another NINE DOLLARS to pick up the package I already paid them to fail to deliver.

They handed me a box that looked like it had been used for a game of soccer. Mind you, I had shipped this package in a Canada Post box that I bought for the purpose, so it wasn’t some crappy piece of weak cardboard. And I wrapped it and taped it and packaged it really well.

But this is what it looked like when it came back:

And this is what was left inside:

To say I’m upset is an understatement. It is hard work making those cats and it’s a labor of love. It takes me hours and hours and it’s not like I have a lot of free time. Y’know, I just wanted to do something nice for my friends and raise some money for charity and have some fun and this is just… so depressing and discouraging and miserable. And I had to pay $20 for the privilege.

I hate you, Canada Post.