It was as if the workers had been recruited from the street. They can't even listen to the rest, you explain that you are sending kufar by delivery - she gives you a piece of paper where you need to fill in the recipient's details (which I obviously do not know, because I am sending to the buyer from kufar). You explain - aah, so you wanted to send a kufar? And at first they didn't even know how, fortunately there was another employee who knew how to do it. The exterior of the building also leaves much to be desired.
The worst department is probably why the staff changes with the speed of the wind.That there are no queues is not true, how many times I came in, there is always a queue, one window works, although there are two, somehow the workers have been worse for the last year and a half, always gloomy, once I brought a small parcel to send, so the girl wanted to give me a more expensive box, although for such a small parcel, a small one would be enough.And then I send it, I pay 3p, and she gives me a box for 8p, where is the logic.The room is also, like the facade was painted, and there are seams inside (toilet) and then on the street, some kind of Stone Age.
The recovery department, the staff are not polite at all and do not know how to communicate, the youth are disgusting now , they are rude on the phone , you come , you seem to talk calmly, but they are rude anyway, the postmen are wonderful, this star is more likely for them .