Let me tell you something about myself and post offices. I hate them. With a passion. If I never had to set foot in one every again, it would STILL be too soon. If I had to willingly go to the post office in order to save the world...I might consider it, but then I'd let us all die anyway. Unfortunately for me if I wanted to go to Nepal I had to go to the post office for one very important thing, my Visa.
So despite my deep and everlasting hatred for post offices I made my way through Laie to my local mail hub. I must have called Jenessa three times before I even got there, even though she had already sent me detailed instructions on what to do (with pictures and everything). I arrive ad read my instructions carefully about five more times. Finally I enter, and it basically goes downhill from there.
Suddenly it feels like the instructions are written in Russian. I swear I just saw that box I needed two seconds ago and now it's gone. And the lady behind the counter is looking at me like I just kicked her firstborn. So I did the only thing I could do. Call Jenessa. Of course, once she's on the phone everything is so much easier (cause it's Jenessa), except I still could not find the right type of envelope. It's like they are charmed to look as inconspicuous as possible at all times except for when you don't need them. At last it seems like everything is working out. I have the right envelopes, I've gotten the address right, and the lady from before has put a bajillion stamps on the package. But I've forgotten that the package needs one more thing, a certified registered blah blah blah thingy. But in order to get that you need special tape, tape that is not sold at the post office, or anywhere near the post office.
A struggle ensues and there was lots of frustration all around. I'll spare you the gory details because even I don't want to hear them. Just know it was awful. But don't forget I've got Jenessa in my corner so everything turns out all right. Really I just ended up sending it uncertified blah blah to Jenessa and she sent it correctly from Virginia. And now I have a beautiful Visa sticker in my passport.
Moral of the story: Older sisters, especially when they're Jenessa are the BOMB!!! and the post office is even worse than I remember. 10 out of 10 would NOT recommend.
-Keturah, Hater of all Post Offices
