I ordered our Christmas cards online from the V&A museum in London this year because I’m so artsy and WASPy. They sent them once at the end of Novemeber but I never received a postal notice so they were sent back to London. Now they’ve sent the same package back to Baltimore and I can’t pick it up because my driver’s license has my old address, it expires in a couple of months and I’ll be damned if I’m going to sit in the MVA for 5 hours just to have to do it again in March. So anyway it was supposed to be delivered to the house this afternoon, it wasn’t. I drag myself out in the snow to be told I still can’t pick it up and that they’ll have someone come to the house special so I can sign for it. Not even the phone bill for this address with my name on it was good enough. And to top it all off the supervisor lady had this smug fucking smirk on her face the entire time even though I was being very calm and understanding. I should have just turned into The Badger like I wanted to, probably would hae gotten me my god damn parcel!!