This has officially just become the happiest day of my entire almost two weeks Jason has been gone and my dad left. It started out a whatever day. Still upset about yesterday, still not feeling 100%, and working a 12 hour shift to top it off. I called around frantically yesterday after I discovered my camera wasn't coming in because of my zip code on the package being ONE number off. I was heartbroken when I found out and lost all hope of seeing it within the next week and a half. So I called the actual post office that delivers my mail since the 1.800 people weren't very helpful. I got this REALLY nice guy that took down all my information researched the tracking number and said he was going to do some investigation and see if he could figure something out. I felt a little better knowing that I could tell he was sincere and honestly cared. However, I still didn't have much hope. If what the lady on the 1.800 line told me was true my package was already on it's way back to sc. So I go to work at 8am and I drive home at 8pm and what do I see on my mailbox?!? This...
Oh Happy Day! The guy at the post office actually came through. It's these little things I appreciate about my new home. Everyone is just so nice and so 100% willing to bend over backwards to help someone out. I think this is the only place I've been to where people will stop and just talk to you or help you in any way they can. It's nice to know there are still good people in this world and not everyone has turned their back on chivalry.
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