The first time, I told them about the shipment several times, and the day before. Saying they MUST call me as soon as they arrived. Nothing. That is when I was told they would have called an hour before closing. Why? “We don’t want to wake anyone up!”
The second time, I was there at 6:30 as they were taken off the truck, and placed outside on the dock. The guy was grilled excessively (okay, I was tired, and it was freezing out, so I asked in a concerned tone), asking if they were alive. The girl (nasty little girl I never saw again) finally showed up, and said I couldn’t even know the chicks were there. Since I was standing near the dock at this point, the frantic peeping of fifteen chicks was loud and clear. She practically threw them at me.

No, not every post office is bad.