US Post Office

The charge was reasonable and affordable, but the car should have been checked and maintained well before renting out to customers. The problem was as soon as I got the car out on the freeway, the low air indicator was on the freeway, making me scared and nervous. When I got it checked by a tire store, they said one of the tires was inflated too much and the other one was too little. That’s why it had a horrible gas mileage (22 – 23) for a small sedan (Hyundai Accent). They should have made sure that the car was properly maintained before the customers rent it. It kind of spoiled my travel in Southern California last week.(June 3 – 7)

Secret post office! Great place to get stamps on the go.

Brought our holiday gift boxes in (about 30) to be mailed only to be turned away by an extremely rude worker. If you’re not willing to do your job, maybe you shouldn’t have one.

Lady with a good sense of humor runs this office with occasional help from a few other friendly staffers. Hours are now until 5Pm, which is nice. It’s great having a personal experience when you need to send something from downtown

I just have to write a review for the Secret Post Office because I love that it exists. I used to go all the way down to the location in the International District, but the constant line out the door and surly, uncaring employees was always a put-​off. Then came the glorious day when my coworker asked me, «Why don’t you just go to the post office in the federal building a few blocks away?» My stamp roll-​buying, certified mail-​sending, package dropping-​off days got a whole lot better. It’s a 5 minute or less walk from my office, there are rarely more than 2 customers at any given time (in my experience), and I really like the lady who’s always working the counter. She knows what she’s doing and has a good sense of humor to boot. Beware, they are usually closed for the one employee’s lunch break around 1 – 1:30pm (which amusingly sent a yuppie into a tizzy fit yesterday. I personally didn’t mind spending an extra 10 mins. away from work until she returned). Good stuff!

Hmm post office, what’s to say. The mail things and said things almost always get there. I come here frequently mailing certified letters for work, this is a nice quiet semi-​secret location in the Federal Building.
I’m not sure why people knock on this post office. It’s a post office, the line isn’t too bad unless their is someone asking 10,000 questions or you’re sending a dozen packages the week before Christmas. The employees here are pretty friendly.

okay, I’m not a big fan of post offices (or DMVs) so a 3 star review is pretty much as good as it will ever get. This location is tucked away in a federal building so you could walk by and not see it. Because of this, it’s less busy than most.
There are usually 1 of 2 women working there. Both have a good sense of humor and are delightfully sarcastic. I kind of love it.
Anyway, a post office is a post office but I don’t dread coming to this one as much as others. I imagine their services are more limited than a bigger location but have never had any trouble with mailing things, etc.

This is a beautiful building and a great place to work in if your a government employee. Since I have never been in the post office part I really can’t give an opinion on that function.

Argh. Their hours are infuriating. 10 AM to 1:30 PM, 2:15 PM — 4 PM. They had 1 window open (maybe that’s how it usually is). I spent 30 minutes waiting in line. The clerk even stepped away for 5 – 10 minutes in full sight of her line, putting boxes here and there, sorting mail that was just dropped off by another postal person, opening the back door for another. Then she gets back in line and absentmindedly announces to anyone who cares «Just so you know, I am closing at 1:30 until 2:15». She didn’t really look at anyone, so you might have thought that she was talking to herself. It’s 1:15 and the guy in front of me has 7 packages, all with shipping confirmation, insurance, etc. Tick, tock. I watch my lunch hour slip by, in danger of not getting to the front.
I might still have an ulcer.