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she or he (sometimes you just don't know) likely has your SS#
Got my mail from the box this morning. On top of the stack was the electric bill. I opened it first, only to realize that the adress was correct, but the NAME was some woman I had never heard of. I called the electric company, and they confirmed that there were TWO bills going to my address, and that this woman had done a change of address to MY address. They confirmed that when she doesn't pay her bill, they would have come to MY address to disconnect.
Looking at the stack of remaining mail, there was a letter ALSO addressed to her, with a Post Office forwarding address sticker. So, this woman not only changed her address with the electric company, but with the Post Office as well.
I checked with the office where I live, and there is NOBODY by that name living in the community.
I then went to the main post office, stood in line for a while, only to be referred to another post office several miles away.
Went to the next post office, stood in line, and the person at the counter went and got a supervisor.
Now the fun begins. I explained the situation and asked if they could cancel the mis-delivery of this woman's mail to my address. The answer was NO, only the person who filed the change could cancel it. Then they wanted my ID. No problem, gave them that and waited for a few minutes. When they returned my ID, I asked what they were going to do about what amounts to a partial iden y theft. The "supervisor" then began to quiz me on why I would open a bill that was not addressed to me.
Now I'm getting pissed. The final straw came when the "supervisor" demanded that I provide her with a utility bill addressed to ME to prove that this was MY address, even though she had already copied my ID information showing that address. In front of her was a letter to me from the Veteran's Administration, but the Federal Government isn't good enough - she needed a utility bill. With every word out of her mouth, her snottiness and insolence increased. I asked for the information from the misdirected mail so I could contact law enforcement directly, to have her shout, "No, that doesn't belong to you and I can't let you have it". I went to my car and found THREE bills in the mail, so I took them back inside. and this paragon of efficiency was standing there talking about the situation to the actual supervisor. This woman asked me what had happened, I told her, and she apologized for the way I had been treated, while the original "supervisor" stood sighing and rolling her eyes.
There's a special level of for insolent petty bureaucrats, and I'm sure they have a suite reserved for that .
she or he (sometimes you just don't know) likely has your SS#
Customer service is pretty non-existant these days. All it becomes is who can make the other one look/feel bad quicker and the most.
No kidding. that's the only reason I can think of for the "No, that doesn't belong to you and I can't let you have it" and the insinuation that I was in trouble for opening the first envelope.
you should have pulled down her pants and peed on her vagina.
Sometimes you have to punch them in the mouth. That might not get their attention for a while, but the others will perk up.
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