Spent some time waiting in lines at the Postal Orifice today (my local branch is actually pretty decent, but I still find the service as a whole unpredictable and suspect.) Along with the obvious beggary forms for the government’s financial shock troops, I returned the Romanian rights contracts. I hope they don’t get lost in the landslide of tax returns. I’m a lot more interested in my paltry contract–and it is paltry–than whatever the government’s been doing with my tax money (and if they will give any of it back to me), to be honest. I usually figure that whatever the gov has already snagged is not coming back and I’m just going through the ritual motions to keep the monsters at bay–like throwing spilled salt over the shoulder.
What is one supposed to throw to keep financial vampires away…? (Aside from more money, that is.)
But more importantly, when will the contracts get to Romania? And is the Romanian Postal Service as vague as the US one? Should I have put garlic in the envelope against postal vampires? (Do they suck the words off the pages of missives for sustenance? or do they just go for the stamps? And do they look like this guy, on the left?) Weirdly, the USPS won’t allow a Delivery Confirmation on a First Class letter that is less than 3/4 of an inch thick–and the contracts aren’t that large–and I didn’t feel a need to send them Priority Mail as I usually do, since Steve is still in London and I want the contracts to land on his desk after he gets home so they’ll be on the top of the stack of mail rather than hidden deep inside it. And I hope he’ll let me know when they arrive, since the USPS won’t. With luck–and the usual dutiful and speedy service afforded by the USPS’s loyal cross-country delivery tortoises, so long as they don’t get jumped by vampire bunnies–they’ll show up on Monday. I hope, I hope, I hope.