Today I needed to get a new postal ID and since I'm new to Cebu (2 years isn't long enough), i googled. Found this nice tutorial courtesy of Maris—turns out to be a friend of a friend back when I worked at Convergys Banawa. Very thorough tutorial, i managed to follow da directions to where da postmen were hanging out.
It was a hot and sticky 2pm so many of the postmen had their shirts off. Felt like a warehouse. The postman for our sitio (Sitio Verde, Labangon) wasn't on his table yet so I chatted with the postman-next-table. The conversation gave me hints on how getting a Cebu postal ID goes:
"How long have you been living at Labangon?"2 years.""So you're not eligible for voting in the barangay yet!?""Uhh..." [dunno]"Sez here you live in an apartment—how long?""2 years . . .""I usually don't approve applications with apartment addresses—people there don't last long, some get their IDs and disappear after 2 months . . .""Uhh—I think I'll just go downstairs and wait for my postman."
Downstairs I asked da guard da difference between regular processing and rush processing. "Aside from da rush is more expensive but with shorter processing time, you don't need your postman-in-charge's signature. Your postman will be here by 4pm btw (no guarantees)." Waddaheck.
I ended up choosing rush. I might be running out of money, but i have low tolerance for bs.
The cashier told me to get da ID 3pm Wednesday.
The upside was one of the shirtless postmen recognized me:
"Hey, tom, how are you?""Uhh.""You may not remember me but I remember you—I'm ___, 1995 Visca freshman—Forestry. My schooling was on and off but i graduated.""Ah . . . great . . .""How's life?""Ok.""Where do you work?""I'm unemployed right now.""Ahh . . . ikaw pa? [you, unemployed? can't believe it!]""Dat's life, i guess—nice meeting you, am going downstairs to wait for our postman; see ya later . . . ;))"
I feel like an old old man, whew . . .
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