I love my new apartment but hate the post office.

I really love just about everything about my new apartment. It has it's quirks as everything does but all it all I make things work. However I'm about to start a fight with the fucking post office. Seriously I don't get any mail here at all. Well that is not entirely true. I usually get the second bill informing me that the first bill (which I have yet to receive) has not been paid. I'm still waiting for my prescriptions to be mailed to me since oh you know sometime around june first. I do love not have my birth control a lot. I did call multiple times and last wed they assured me they were going to over night them too me. Well its been a week and I still haven't received anything.
Which actually leads me to my real point which is that I'm not entirely stupid, and this time I kind of had to make that point to the lady on the phone. See here's the thing they all are really nice at the online prescription place. And all goes well with the conversation, until the very end where they feel the need to ask if I want to talk to a pharmacist about what happens if you miss taking a drug. Uhmmmm lets see I wonder what will happen if I stop talking my birth control. Nope no I really can't figure that one out by myself please let me speak to the pharmacist. Come on now. They are birth control pills. Does one not no that failure to take said pills may result in not control the birth of a child. This world is really very sad.
On the plus side the taste of Chicago is over, so now my life is no longer a constant reminder of how sad the world really is.