the post office

i applied to a job that required the application to be sent by regular snail mail, so once i was done on Saturday afternoon, i drove into town to do just that. however, i was nearly there when i realised that i'd forgotten the all important line that you need in French applications. for a minute, i was torn between sending it anyway or going home to fix it and the practical side won. i would send it on the next day. on a Sunday? well, yes. we are lucky that one of the post offices here is actually open on Sundays. i checked the times online first - you never know - and drove back in the next day. i had timed it so that i could go straight from there to my nearby rehearsal, so it wasn't a big deal, but it was still infuriating to find the doors closed when i arrived. turned out that as of the 1st of February, the office was no longer open on Sundays! 

i was determined that this envelope be sent as soon as possible so i took the bus in early Monday morning to go to the closest office. it was 5 minutes' walk from the bus stop but after 10 minutes, i had to come to the conclusion that it had closed and the building had been torn down because it just WASN'T THERE. i took another bus and went to the next post office i knew of - this one was open, as it should have been so three days and three post offices later my application was finally sent.