![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Jul. 17th, 2007 01:51 pmI'm back and I had a good time. However, I could never live in upstate New York again. My blood glucose levels went ape scheisse while I was there because I couldn't get my hands on an edible salad. Also my buddy's mom would constantly make us food but never let me cook so I was stymied trying to make a meal I could call my own.
The only interesting thing so far today is the run-in I had with FedEx. I hear the door slam and go out to find a large Fedex box. When I pick it up, I realize it's not for me nor for Kibo: it's someone else's delivery. Said person lives on a similarly named street in the next town. Since said town is two blocks away, I can understand the error.
I try to chase after the FedEx guy but I am not fast enough. I had to look up FedEx's web site to find their phone number. I call and start to explain the situation. The woman seems to understand until she asks me for my address (not my real address here):
"69 Love--"
The woman interrupts me as if I were too stupid to know where I am: "69 Love Road, that's you."
"If I may finish, this is 69 Love Avenue, not the 69 Love Road listed on this box. Also this is Somerville 02144 and not Medford, 02155."
She is sending out someone to pick it up. Meanwhile I have to wait here. If that goes longer than a couple hours, I'm dropping this thing at the nearest FedEx office so that I'm not liable.
The moral: if your company has just made a small error and someone offers to help you fix it instead of stealing the recipient's mersh, don't say you're sorry but then act like you know better. It's clear I got two people that know my address better than I do, know that my town is really another town in a clever disguise, know that "The World On Time" may mean real time but that the world is a blue marble from space so accuracy is relative.
I found the location on a map. It's only about eight blocks away, so it would likely be the same driver coming back. At least this wasn't a mega-screwup.
-by the way I hate summer, Ps/d
The only interesting thing so far today is the run-in I had with FedEx. I hear the door slam and go out to find a large Fedex box. When I pick it up, I realize it's not for me nor for Kibo: it's someone else's delivery. Said person lives on a similarly named street in the next town. Since said town is two blocks away, I can understand the error.
I try to chase after the FedEx guy but I am not fast enough. I had to look up FedEx's web site to find their phone number. I call and start to explain the situation. The woman seems to understand until she asks me for my address (not my real address here):
"69 Love--"
The woman interrupts me as if I were too stupid to know where I am: "69 Love Road, that's you."
"If I may finish, this is 69 Love Avenue, not the 69 Love Road listed on this box. Also this is Somerville 02144 and not Medford, 02155."
She is sending out someone to pick it up. Meanwhile I have to wait here. If that goes longer than a couple hours, I'm dropping this thing at the nearest FedEx office so that I'm not liable.
The moral: if your company has just made a small error and someone offers to help you fix it instead of stealing the recipient's mersh, don't say you're sorry but then act like you know better. It's clear I got two people that know my address better than I do, know that my town is really another town in a clever disguise, know that "The World On Time" may mean real time but that the world is a blue marble from space so accuracy is relative.
I found the location on a map. It's only about eight blocks away, so it would likely be the same driver coming back. At least this wasn't a mega-screwup.
-by the way I hate summer, Ps/d
