When I was entering my senior year of high school, my parents bought me a new car. After careful research we settled on a Chrysler Cirrus. There were many factors behind this choice; I was looking for an American car that was sleek and powerful. Although it’s had a few sensor issues, it has performed well (for an American car,) and is still my primary means of transportation these days. Now that I’m up in Maine, and earning a salary (barely) I have assumed most responsibilities for the car, such as lube jobs and, yes, gas. I just got back from the pump about $40 in the hole. Curious how soon this damage would again be inflicted, I went to fueleconomy.gov and looked up my car - what I found was somewhat surprising.

The MPG estimates for a ‘99 Chrysler Cirrus are 17 city / 25 highway. As a comparison, I looked up my parents’ new Prius - 48 city / 45 highway. The site does a handy calculation of “annual fuel cost.” This is based on an estimated 15K driven per year with gas costs at 2.88/gal. Based on these numbers, the cost to fuel my car for one year is $2,160 - or - as an AmeriCorps volunteer, about 2 months salary. But I chose to be a volunteer, right? Yeah. By the way, the annual fuel cost of the Prius is under 1K!

But this isn’t just a whine about expenses, rather one about choices. I wanted a 6 cylinder car because, face it, 4 cylinder cars just aren’t as fun to drive. Therefore I seek American Muscle, affordable power. But what is the price of such bullishness? Can we still have powerful “American” style cars in this era, or is this desire incompatible with global realities, indeed even irresponsible? I’d hate to say so. I’d like to think that American Muscle can be green (see the Tesla Roadster.) But at what point does this model become affordable to the average consumer, and what’s to stop Toyota from building it first? I’m optimistic about change happening, but I fear that past mistakes will keep us far behind the eight ball for quite some time.

Wednesday I got a notice in my mailbox stating that a package awaited me at the local post office. I was notified, as usual, that the postal staff would be available to assist me in retrieving this package from 8 - 3 on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I get to the post office a half an hour late and although the lady who does all the paperwork is still there, I can’t pick up the package. Admittedly, I was late, and no, I’ve never had any massive problems before.

However, I am freshly piqued about the absurdity of this Communist-era system. It boils down to the fact that the pickup window is far too small. Think about it, 8 - 3 on Tuesday and Thursday; working hours on two work days. This assumes that the person who needs to retrieve his/her package will be able to somehow leave work, go all the way to the post office, wait in line, and then return. If this person had a half hour lunch break, this might be accomplished, with little or no time to spare. However, in Romania, the workday trend is to begin early, around 8 and continue straight through until roughly 3. After work, most individuals return home for lunch, which is the primary daily meal here. Therefore, since the odds of a person having a lunch-break are slim, and it is likely that this person’s working hours are at least 8 - 3, the package pickup window, (Tues/Thurs 8-3,) could not possibly be less convenient.

The real kicker, though, is the absurdity of the customs process. Whereas amazon.com shipments are expedited to a full service window, (i.e. they can be picked up any time,) shipments originating from foreign countries necessitate a customs inspection. However, this inspection is farcical at best, and in my opinion, vestigial of the built-in corruption endemic during the Communist era. The pickup process entails 2 stops. First, you present your ID card to a postal worker who writes your ID number somewhere on the package’s shipping label. After you sign somewhere, anywhere on that label, the clerk goes into a back room to retrieve your package. The package is then placed on a scale, at which point the clerk cuts it open.

Then, responsibility is transfered to the visiting customs official. Not simply a lowly postal worker, the customs official has his own uniform and log-book; he has come to the post office from the central customs office to perform his bi-weekly duty. The extent of this duty differs widely. Those customs officials used to snooping and in all likelihood seeking something from which to extract a bribe (in the old days of course,) will take everything out of the package and question why you could possibly want such things. However, I must give credit where credit is due and state that this variety of customs worker has been rare, and reportedly becoming rarer; bravo Romania! Most of said officials will simply peer in the box, or pull out the topmost item only to quickly send you on your way. You need not sign again.

But, here comes the real treat. The past 3 or 4 packages I have retrieved did not even make it to step 2; that is, they were never opened. I’ve heard rumors that this is due to the fact that it is technically illegal to open and inspect these packages; perhaps though the staff have simply lost interest in examining my massive candy shipments. Regardless, this non-enforcement of step 2 renders the customs official a mere looker-overer; his only function in my last few pickups has been to acknowledge, via nod, that the package has been retrieved. As I said, sitting behind his little pane of glass in his neat uniform and large log-book, he resembles a vestigial organ no longer quite sure of its purpose, content only with the fact that it may still, sporadically, cause problems.

So, when I arrived a half hour late to find the customs officer gone and the postal worker unwilling to get me my package which stood just feet behind her, I consoled myself with the fact that my minor inconvenience was simply a symptom of a larger unresolved issue in Romania. Given the country’s unwillingness to engage in sincere reform, many practices from old eras persist to this day. I am positive that this is the case with foreign package pickup. This is also the case with the grade registers in the schools, as well as pretty much all other aspects of the educational system. I’d bet that even if the post office was to begin tracking packages by computer, that when all was said and done, the object of efficiency would still only be available on Tuesday and Thursday, from 8 - 3.

I think I’m somewhat guilty of this:

The Most-Praised Generation Goes to Work

But honestly, throw out the red pens and stock up on confetti?

Yikes.

A somewhat disturbing feature provided on some HP digital cameras allows you to make people look thinner than they really are:

No joke: click here!

I heard about this from Seth’s Blog, one which I do not read regularly, but happened to stumble upon.