Post Office Novels & Stories

"No address and no stamp means it was put in your mailbox directly." "... not exactly." I cocked an eyebrow, and Grace fiddled with her coat sleeve. "If it was dropped off inside of Mooncrest, then it wouldn't need a stamp or an address. The postal service of Mooncrest is more like a courier service inside the city... So long as it passes through the scanner, it can be sent."

Privacy was a struggle every day, and it was a miracle they’d pulled off the business in secret so far. At the post office, Ellie dragged the bags of packages out. The last week of sales was great. Now she needed to send these off and pick up a few packages with supplies in them. It was now never ending, and the postal workers knew who she was in sight. So it helped speed things up.

I chuckled. "Okay. Your responsiblity is to separate all the documents and mail in the mail room and deliver it to all the recepients inside the whole buliding. We are the largest corporation but we are using snail mails instead of Emails. Strange isn't?" I nod because I don't know what the heck is Email is.

If a package arrived damaged, late, or not at all, it was easy to personally take the frustration out on the man or woman in uniform behind the counter. When a Postoffice opens on time every day for three solid years without exception, no one appreciates it. No one says, “Thank you, job well done,” But, have that same Postoffice open late, or worse, not open at all, and people will talk about it for the next ten years. And they’ll remember the name of the Postmaster who was in charge the day it happened.

Sometimes a woman just likes to have nice things, and this puppy is all sorts of nice. I unlock the door, toss my bag into the passenger side, and slide in. I drop the top down and take off out of the garage heading towards the post office on the other side of town. For the sake of convenience, it would be better to use a post office closer to my apartment, but my mother always taught me to keep my professional life far out of reach from my personal life, and that’s advice I continue to follow. For anyone who seeks my professional services, I have a PO box that I use for getting in contact with me. Handing out my private contact

Igor wasn't done with her, so he ignored her questions. "Why a post office box, though?" he asked, grabbing his cigarettes before she could take another one. Shrugging, Abigail replied, "I have no idea. I was just told a P.O. Box is more convenient. Someone drops off my parcels for the day, and I pick them up and deliver them to the clients." "And the cash? How do you handle that?"

A long shot, maybe, but I was desperate for any kind of lead. I pushed open the heavy metal and glass doors, entering the buff colored building and glancing around. The ‘lovely’ impersonal atmosphere of all government offices greeted me, with scuffed terrazzo flooring, a bedraggled fig tree, and bland paint decorating the cavernous space. Post office boxes lined two walls and several kiosks stood in the middle of the room, displaying posters and various government brochures. People stood in a trance-like state waiting for their turn while others huddled around a nearby table, writing addresses on packages or affixing stamps.

Jasmina and I nearly laughed our lungs out. "Oh Jay-boy, you'll never cease to amuse us, will you?" I asked and he grinned from ear to ear, such a cute little smile. Jasamina stared down at him with a lovely smile. "How do I explain this? Okay, let's see....A Mail Superintendent is the head of the postal service of an organization." Jaimie nodded and mouthed, "Oh" "They carry out functions such as directing and coordinating the operational service within the postal sector. In a simpler words, your Mama is going to handle the messages workers send through Mails to the company's dealers and customers and the others." I added as Jamie listened keenly.

Believe it or not but he just slams the door so hard as if he's some kind of a gang leader or something. So who is this? Can't he read signs? "Sorry, we're closed." I greeted as I opened the door. "Oh no, I'm not a customer. I'm just here to deliver a mail." the mailman gave the letter to me and left immediately. They also deliver mails at night? They must be really behind schedule at the Post Office. I looked at the back of the letter I'm holding as I walk to a bench near the shop. It is addressed to Asagi. Could it be...? "What's that?" Asagi asked who just came back and sat beside me. "It's for you." ***

"Don’t you guys sleep in?" Henry tilted his head at me. "Like you?" I smiled and shrugged. "I'm a creature of habit. I usually go to the post office on Saturdays, and they’re only open half the day." "Hey, I need to run by the post office too," Noah said between reps on the leg machine. "I could drive… if you need a ride."