Saturday 26 January 2013

I blame myself really. When I phoned UPS on Thursday and the guy on the phone said, “It should be there on Saturday,” and I said, “Is there a chance that it couldn’t be there then?” and he said, “No, it’s here – it should be fine, I’ll just need to take your number.” And I said, “So, someone will call me if there is any problem?” (after giving my number) and he said, “No, there is problem. It’s here now, it should all be fine.”

WHY DIDN’T I MAKE HIM SAY THE SENTENCE WITHOUT THE WORD SHOULD?

Now, even though I was clearly annoyed that they said the parcel was locked up and wasn’t there to be picked up, I do have to cede that he could say, “I only said should be there” if I allowed him to speak before baseball batted his little toe (lightly – I am not an animal).

I am going to see if I can get away saying I should be able to do stuff and then just not do it.

I pretty much hate all the specialist delivery companies. I’d be happy if everyone just used Royal Mail. Apart from anything else when they can’t deliver a parcel I can walk to pick it up in ten minutes, though I mainly do get a lift even over that short distance, whereas missing anyone else means getting my partner to drive to Trafford Park – or in the case of UPS, Eccles. They can all just fuck off.

I tried not to be rude to the woman at UPS as she explained that the parcel was not available. I had had to summon her by using a phone in reception…there was no-one at reception, just a phone with a list of numbers to try, in order to get hold of someone. So, as well as not having my parcel that SHOULD have been there I also had a brief unpaid stint doing admin for the company that I did not yet know had let me down. What was a bit (lot) annoying was her implication that the parcel was in the building, just not in the place where parcels for collection would be left. I had to assume this place was behind a locked door, for all I know it could have been left just centimetres outside a painted zone for ‘Parcels for Collection’ and she was just a stickler for the rules. Mainly, though, I realised I could only be angry for the jerk (yeah: went there) who had misinformed me on the phone.

If that wasn’t bad enough we were in Eccles. It made sense to nip to the shops there as we needed a few things.  The shopping precinct reminded very much of being young. And that is because I was young in about 1983. To be fair that was just the shops and their fronts – some of the clothing dated as recently as 1992/93.

Picture of The Day

I know it seems like UPS are getting a bad press today but they are a shower of bastards.

This is the sign that was in their unmanned reception. I still don’t really understand what they are asking for ID-wise. It seems a bit contradictory. Especially if by contradictory you understand that I mean bollocks. Are the forms of proof of address officially recognised forms of ID?

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