You may recall that poor, pitiful, broken-ankled Pony had his workman's compensation claim denied for incomplete paperwork. Namely, documentation from a doctor, not the urgent care nurse practitioner he saw the night he broke his ankle on his mail route. He jumped through more hoops than a circus pony to finally get official paperwork for an appointment with a specialist for treatment TWO WEEKS after the break. After all that hoop-jumping and being given the runaround by superiors in several agencies, it boiled down to The Pony needing to have followed up on the promises of paperwork submission made by the treating physician's office.
The Pony returned to work on September 13th. On the 14th, he was able to get copies of that supporting paperwork from his physician. He compiled a multitude of forms, which he needed to mail in for a RECONSIDERATION of his claim. I took them to the main post office myself, in a manila envelope addressed in my precise, block-lettered handwriting. I obtained proper postage. The counter gal asked if I wanted tracking. OF COURSE! So she said it had to be send as a package. Four dollars and change. No problem.
That was on September 17th. The receipt said the package would be delivered on September 21st. As I type this, at 10:45 p.m. on September 28th, the tracking says The Pony's package (heh, heh) is IN TRANSIT. It didn't get very far. On the 17th, it was accepted by the main post office, left the main post office, and arrived in St. Louis. Where it is now IN TRANSIT. Which I believe is code for: sitting in a trailer on a parking lot at a St. Louis postal facility.
Of all the ways to further thwart The Pony's efforts for his rightful medical bills and lost salary due to his injury working for the USPS... it's the USPS that is holding up The Pony's chance at RECONSIDERATION!
Yeah. Even I know this is irony.