Postal Service Overlords, Why?

Delivery should be convenient, no? Ordering stuff to your door so you needn’t venture into the world is the whole point of mailpeople. That’s why mailboxes sit in the front yard or as slots in doors. Online shopping, online delivery, the likes invoke imagery of someone knocking, or notifying in some way, that you have something on your doorstep. 
    When I went to have my eyes checked for an annual exam, they told me they could order my contacts and ship them to me all easy peasy. I even asked how big the box would be because I know what with me living in an apartment building, and a sketchy-ass murder building at that, people don’t like to deliver to my wee mailbox. Most of the time, I can’t blame them. It’s a tiny-ass box. But the vessel for my seeing discs was also said to be small, small enough to fit. So that’s what we settled on, I would have my contacts shipped directly to me to save me from bussing to the optometrist. Yippee. Super simple. 
Except not actually. 
    I got a notice on my mailbox one day, it was the “sorry we missed you,” notice. It was annoying but maybe the box was awkwardly big. No matter, there’s a Shopper’s, London Drugs, and random wee postal outlet all nearby, a quick stroll. Was my package at any of those places? Nah. It was a forty minute bus ride away. I messaged the one friend who has a car, asking her the favor of driving me there perchance. She agreed. Crisis averted. 
Except not actually. 
The place had weird fucking hours. It opened somewhat late, which worked for my friend since she would take me there, take me back and keep on heading to work right after. I checked the notice so many times because it took me forever to figure out the location of the place and because I wanted to quadruple check the hours so as to not inconvenience my friend. I think it said something like 9am-1pm, 2pm-5pm. I assumed only one person worked and had an hour break halfway. 
    Well, we get there and the place is closed. The hours on the door stated, 10am-12pm, 1pm-4pm. That sucks. So we head back, friend with car assures me, since the place is super close to her house, she’ll just pick them up on my behalf the next day or day following. After I ranted about this in our groupchat, my pink coworker friend searched up the place again–she helped find the address–and on their cursed website it stated their hours were, 11am-1pm, 2pm-3pm or something stupid like that. Whatever it was, know this: the times on the notice, front door, and website were all different. Now, whilst my body thinks I’m eighty-seven, I am still more able than other decrepit folk when it comes to getting around. But what if I wasn’t? I had those contacts ordered to me directly to save me a fifteen minute bus ride and it turned into a two day, strategically timed, wild-with-rabies-goose-chase. I was upset, to say the least. 
    This isn’t the first time I’ve had to bus somewhere far from home to pick something up, even when I ship things to my friend’s houses, my packages don’t always make it there. I went two days in a row to this other post office that said they were open seven days a week online but in fact were not open on Sundays according to the locked door. So I have to ask, straight up, what is the point of delivery if delivery so often fails to deliver in every way? I read semi-recently that Canada Post is gonna try stopping door to door and instead do the batch of mailboxes at the end of the street kind of thing to save on drivers and money or whatever. So have fun, anyone disabled, or old, or both. Have fun trying to make your way a block from your house in the winter over black ice and slush, or in the pouring rain, or while you have covid or the flu and don’t want to leave your bed but you live alone so you have no choice. It’s ableist and ageist as shit! I am so sick of important suit people making decisions that actively fuck us over so they can save a million dollars and buy another yacht whilst refusing to pay their employees a livable wage! My knees hurt dammit! It shouldn’t be a two day excursion to get stuff I need! Or want! I’m not particularly fond of people, let alone old people, but this is shitty behaviour and we all deserve better! GIVE US OUR MAILPEOPLE!