Rude workers, they did not warn me that my parcel had arrived and simply confronted me with the fact that I needed to pick it up before 5. The employee could not even say the number of the pick-up point normally and just mumbled in raised tones. I didn't communicate normally in Russian or Uzbek. When I picked it up, I did not deign to say hello in response, I grumbled that the parcel had arrived a long time ago, that supposedly they should have called me
This is my native mail! From here I sent letters, parcels and parcels to my family and friends. (in the 60s) And I got it too. Now there is a team of post-Soviet girls and boys working there. God grant them good health. I love my Mail and that's why when I received the license plate for my car in 2009 by Lasetti, I chose the number 057.
The department is excellent! This post office is very dear to me. My grandmother, my mother, worked there starting from the postman and retired as the head of the department! I lived across the wall from the post office