Postal fees are quite expensive in Asian countries for locals, but they seem cheap to us. However, the standard of service is low, with a letter taking a couple of weeks or more to be delivered to another country and from some countries you would not dare post anything of value or important.
While I cannot directly blame Australia Post as I don't know where the fault actually lies, but a parcel from Japan posted in September should not take nearly two months to arrive in Australia, in November. We are not talking about the mail services of third world countries now.
Christmas cards posted late November and early December in England should not arrive in our mail box after after Christmas.
Mother can write a long complaining letter to me and ABI Brother will post it and it might arrive in our mail box the next day, or it might arrive a week later.
There is something seriously wrong with out postal system. Given how little normal mail we receive now, the handling costs must be so much reduced and much of the handling is done by machines. So why has it all gone so bad?
This post was recently polished a bit. Now we learn the boss of Australia Post, Ahmed Fahour, is paid $5 million per year, as our mail service has falls apart. He is the highest paid postal boss in the world, yet our mail system is so bad.
Then there is the matter of not attempting to deliver parcels and just leaving a card in the letter box for the person to collect the parcel from the post office. It doesn't matter to us really, as the post office is just across the road, but R traded in some airline points that were about to expire for bottles of wine. We were most definitely home but no attempt was made to deliver them to us, just a card left. R was annoyed because the bottles of wine were heavy to carry when he collected them. Australia Post wanted feedback on his experience, so he let them have it.
Although, it wasn't actually Australia Post, but Star Track, an Australia Post subsidiary that is being nicely fattened up to be sold off to private enterprise. Star Track has certainly become omnipresent. I was standing outside R's optometrist in Bourke Street while he waited for something inside.
One double parked right where I was standing.
One up the street a bit, near the woman in the pink top.
And one across the road.