US Post Office

I never noticed this branch before, as it’s not very visible from the main roadway, and kind of tucked back in the corner of a small parking lot. It’s a small branch, but Dana, the postal agent on duty, was as friendly and professional as could be. I was initially disappointed that there were no PO boxes available at another branch where I’d hoped to do business, but it seems this was for the best. I’ll enjoy using this branch instead.

Sierra is AMAZING. everyone else is meh. Sierra totally made my day, tho. She’s a smart cookie! She rocks.

The postal workers here are consistently pleasant and super friendly.
I like that it’s within walking distance from my house, so I only have to travel an extra 3 blocks to drop off heavier-​than-​13oz packages.
The waiting-​in-​line time is average post office waiting-​in-​line time, so there’s that…
But the cheerful employees totally make up for the dullness of waiting in line.

I always have great service here. Even when the line is long, the clerks still seem patient and surprisingly jovial.
They don’t get the fifth star simply because I HATE its inconvenient location. I only check my PO Box once a week because it’s not worth the 4 block drive around the overpass. I know, I know, call me lazy, but it irks me that they are one block past the lane divide! If all post offices were located like this, I could see that single handedly being responsible for the downfall of the USPS. Boo, city planning!!!

Best post office in Portland. Very friendly, cheerful staff.

I’m with Nick on this one. Normally I have decent to meh experience here, but today, this post office just put me over board. I needed a money order and to mail a pile of letters from work. Now nornally I just mail the work stuff from the post box around the corner, but I figured I was going, just take it right to where it mails out from. Big mistake.
I’m greeted mildly pleasently my Cindy. I let her know what I need and hand her the letters and let her know what I need. She puts them in the bag and then proceeds to get them out again and look at each of them over again. The wrath then proceeded. Apparently whoever had stamped our mail at work had stamped two of them yesterday and had not taken them out. I now get a 5 minute lecture about how I am trying to commit mail fraud in a frantic, yet serious voice and I feel as though I am in the twilight zone. Have I not gone through the metered mail training? Am I trying to commit fraud against the united stated postal service? How do I not know that I am commiting a federal offence. I let her know that I never realized that and unfortunately not all of our mail gets out the same day. I feel like she is going to crawl over the counter and claw my eyes out. I tell her I can take them back and restamp them, not a big deal, but she was too far gone. Turns out she can update it one the envelope but she doesn’t have to and she is doing me a real big favor by restamping it and not sending me to prison.
I then let her know that I need a money order and the amount. I’m paying cash, so she proceeds to use a counterfeit pen on all of them and hold them up one by one to make sure I’m not tryiong to pull (another) fast one on the USPS. She then recounts it maybe 5 or 6 times, looking at me the whole time.
I polietly take my receipt and leave, vowing to never come to this branch again, which is too bad because the two guys that work here truly are stand up guys. Boo on Cindy for turning the Post Office into what everyone always says it is… crazy.

This ‘Post Office’ is my idea of hell. There is always a line of at least 7 people, and, despite usually having at least two people on staff all the time they will never put more than one person dealing with customers. They have an incredibly unhurried approach to service, even when the line is snaking out of the door. I don’t think it’s ever taken me less than 35 minutes to do anything here. aaaargh. I feel like like I’m in a Kafka play…

«Um, that’s it? I’m done? Cool!»
this tiny little post office hidden in an aging strip mall may just change the snake-​line from hades image of the post office that everyone has in their minds. albeit i try to avoid any 9 – 5 monday-​friday business on friday afternoons (i’m old, i have things to do, like getting fitted for my dentures…) any other day i’ve been there there’s been one other person at most.
the 2 guys in the back have some kind of spider sense & pop up out of nowhere to weigh your packages, sell you stamps, or toss out a joke. while chatting you up their hands are a blur & suddenly, you’re done. free to wander the streets on your own recognizance. you might even find yourself with a goofy smile on your face & a strong compulsion to say, «Have a nice day!» to whomever comes across your path… just no bursting into song. they have ordinances against that.