Side note: You read that last part right, Austrians are really into "titles". For example, If you have a Masters Degree, you can use the title Mag. (Magister) in front of your name. Officially, you must go through some kind of process to get your degree registered with the government. I think I am just going to start using Hag. in front of my name and let them wonder what it means.
Living in Vienna means you frequently deal with the party of "NO"- I don't mean the USA Democrats or Republicans (depending on your politics). The attitude of "Yes, we can!" or "Si se puedes!" does not translate.
That being said, last week I experienced something so amazing in its simplicity and ease, I nearly jumped for joy. At the Post Office.
|Note: Closed on Saturdays|
In the past, the Austrian Post and I have not been friends. Customs is fanatical, searching (yes, opening) packages looking for something to tax. Oh, say, like a vintage (used) luxury item purchased at a charity auction and mailed to Vienna, only to be taxed by customs as if it were brand new. Fighting City Hall is not worth the effort, so one must pay Mag. Tax Man to get the goods out of jail.
For that reason, I don't purchase many items that require shipping, just in case I break some rule and have to pay. However, the time comes when ordering something from Amazon is critical to one's very existence. I missed the delivery, took my slip to the Post for pick-up and encountered this: Automated Package Pick-up.
|Hag. Johnson, Your Package is Available for Pick Up|
|Note the Different Sized Cabinets and Sunny Color!|
|So Easy, Even an English Speaking ExPat Can Do It!!|
This can only mean one thing. When living here frustrates the hell out of me, Amazon to the rescue.