Pochta Rossii

As opposed to other locations, staff in this one was helpful and friendly.

В данном отделении пропал паспорт, работники утверждают, что не находили, однако мне кажется, что паспорт мне просто не отдали. Они предполагают, что украли со стойки. Если в отделении почты прямо со стоек воруют паспорта, то перестаньте заставлять нас доставать паспорта для отправки посылок. Паспорт не ищут, хотя я очень прошу посмотреть на столах. Если вы находили, то сообщите мне, пожалуйста

The most creepy place and the most unfortunate post office in my entire life. The story began with the fact that one day I received a notification that my package had arrived at the post office. Since I had to go to work at night, I came there in the morning and for 3.5 (!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) I stood in the terrible cold with the same poor fellows, and there was no queue decreased, and the impression was created that on the contrary it was growing. As a result, I did not have time to receive the package, as I did not even manage to enter the department. It turned out that only 1 (!!!!!!!) employee worked for this whole crowd. That is, he received / sent packages. Of course, it was for this reason that he did not cope with his task. I would very much like the labor inspectorate to somehow react to this and participate in attracting personnel.

Unrealistically slow separation. The waiting time is never less than an hour, even if there are five people in front of you, and if you received the package in less than an hour, consider that you won the lottery. In terms of the queue, there is complete chaos - there is an electronic queue, but it is useless - the operator's number does not change. In general, if you do not have a couple of hours of free time, it is better to order delivery somewhere else - to work, to the nearest metro station, but not here. But, at least, the employees are not rude.

Do you think anything can compare with the torment of sinners whose restless souls live in the bowels of Tar-Tara? I offer you a very sophisticated way worthy of a high school of torture. Adherents in whose veins pure ether flows, raise your rank by passing one of the tests, which as if descended from the prose of the unforgettable Hitchcock. "My Lord ... I tried to tear Our load from the tenacious hands of the Black Messengers, but My Soul shuddered from great sorrow when I dared to contemplate such a test. I will notify the rest of the evil rock that fate is preparing for them in this evil place. May travelers hear our call. And the legends will add up about the frenzy of the persistent. "