April 19th, 2006

beard

The Joys of subbing to Canada

I printed a story to send to a Canadian magazine, which is probably foolish since I'm competing for one fifth of their available space, but the market was on my list, so I figured I might as well try. The problem turned out to be getting an IRC. I went to the post office closest to my job, and when I asked for an IRC they looked at me like I had just said "my hovercraft is full of eels." Once I explained what it stood for, they told me that they hadn't had any in years.
Fine. I got direction to the nearest post office, and tried to follow their directions and never found it. I came home the slow way (because of their directions) and went to my noral post office just up the street. They knew what an IRC was, but they had no idea if they were valid, or if they would work at all (since they upped the price of postage) or how to sell one to me. They figured it out, and I spent $3.45 on postage to and from the magazine. Expensive, but hopefully worth it.
At least the lady behind the counter was willing to try, and agreed that it was a learning experience for both of us, and she was rather proud of that fact.