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So, apparently the UPS guy only comes in the evening when I have a roommate who could have picked something up during the day. So on Friday, after having UPS fuck around with my packages twice, I put notice on their website that I would come pick it up.
Thus, today after work, assuming that seventy-two hours was long enough for their fucking computers to update that I was coming, I drove into the city to pick up my three packages, which have been beaten here by three snail post packages from delightful independent sellers sending their stuff via Amazon.
This was one of the few times, the very few, in which I managed to get where I was going without too much of a fuss. The directions had a right for a left on them, but that was after getting off the highway, and I made it without too much frustration. When I finally get to the UPS store, and the guy tells me that my packages are OUT ON THE TRUCK. I can only imagine that my face was almost humorous in its dismay. No, dearie, you just drove 45 minutes without air conditioning to our tucked away little store and now you have to go home empty handed.
He told me to call the driver and tell him to leave the packages at my doorstep… which I'm not going to do. I live in an apartment complex, and it's not a Kindle or anything, but I don't know my neighbors. So I went him, disheartened and vowing never to use UPS unless I absolutely have to, since I'm not about to PAY them to send my packages somewhere else.
And then I got turned around and headed the wrong way on my way home.
FUCKING w00t.
Thus, today after work, assuming that seventy-two hours was long enough for their fucking computers to update that I was coming, I drove into the city to pick up my three packages, which have been beaten here by three snail post packages from delightful independent sellers sending their stuff via Amazon.
This was one of the few times, the very few, in which I managed to get where I was going without too much of a fuss. The directions had a right for a left on them, but that was after getting off the highway, and I made it without too much frustration. When I finally get to the UPS store, and the guy tells me that my packages are OUT ON THE TRUCK. I can only imagine that my face was almost humorous in its dismay. No, dearie, you just drove 45 minutes without air conditioning to our tucked away little store and now you have to go home empty handed.
He told me to call the driver and tell him to leave the packages at my doorstep… which I'm not going to do. I live in an apartment complex, and it's not a Kindle or anything, but I don't know my neighbors. So I went him, disheartened and vowing never to use UPS unless I absolutely have to, since I'm not about to PAY them to send my packages somewhere else.
And then I got turned around and headed the wrong way on my way home.
FUCKING w00t.
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Date: 2010-07-07 01:43 am (UTC)From: