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Oh, UPS, you so wacky.
Jan. 3rd, 2008 04:53 pmMy Christmas present to myself this year (aided significantly by a gift certificate from a lovely and wonderful friend [she knows who she is *smoootch*]) was to DEAR GOD AT LAST throw some more memory into my computer, which has been gimping along with 512 MB for the past few years. I put in the order to Amazon (on account of that was where the gift cert. was from), and in the fullness of time saw that my delivery was on its way, with an arrival date of 1/8. I was thrilled, of course, when I checked the tracking this morning to discover an entry of "Status: Delivered; Location: Front Door." Thrilled, that is, until I went to the front door, threw it open, and saw . . . nothing.
Normally I don't freak about stuff like this, but the friends with whom I'm staying had some UPS-delivered packages stolen off their porch last Christmas, so I immediately began stomping around and yelling about the BASTARDS who take other people's stuff, and even more about the STINKING INEPT BRAINDEAD BASTARDS of UPS who do not even KNOCK OR RING THE DOORBELL (I knew they hadn't because M. was sitting in the living room the entire morning, including at 10:35 when UPS alleged that the delivery had occurred).
After I cooled down a bit I got on the horn to UPS, while also madly Googling for "UPS stolen package" and posting a query on AskMetafilter for what to do in such situations. UPS said they'd have someone call me back (Yeah, sure, right, I thought)--and then much to my surprise not only did someone call me back, but it was (a) a live human being, who was (b) right here in town, and (c) in telephonic communication with the driver. He said he'd check with the driver and get back to me, which ended up with my getting some ambiguous message along the lines of "Yeah, well, he's gonna check the houses around there, maybe he left it at the wrong place." Meanwhile, I did my deep breathing and prepared to phone Amazon about getting a replacement (the advice I got from people at AskMe was that Amazon is very good about just replacing items in such circumstances, which is good to know).
And then around 4 there was a banging at the door; I went over and opened it to see (a) my package, sitting on the doormat; and (b) the driver, sprinting back toward his van. Cue the trombone wah-waahhhh of irony...
So, happy ending, although god damn UPS for being such knuckleheads anyway. Now all I have to do is get the new RAM successfully inserted into my machine, which I haven't done before but I gather is not a huge hassle. (Of course, having said that, I've probably guaranteed you'll see a post here tomorrow with the wailing and gnashing of teeth.)
Normally I don't freak about stuff like this, but the friends with whom I'm staying had some UPS-delivered packages stolen off their porch last Christmas, so I immediately began stomping around and yelling about the BASTARDS who take other people's stuff, and even more about the STINKING INEPT BRAINDEAD BASTARDS of UPS who do not even KNOCK OR RING THE DOORBELL (I knew they hadn't because M. was sitting in the living room the entire morning, including at 10:35 when UPS alleged that the delivery had occurred).
After I cooled down a bit I got on the horn to UPS, while also madly Googling for "UPS stolen package" and posting a query on AskMetafilter for what to do in such situations. UPS said they'd have someone call me back (Yeah, sure, right, I thought)--and then much to my surprise not only did someone call me back, but it was (a) a live human being, who was (b) right here in town, and (c) in telephonic communication with the driver. He said he'd check with the driver and get back to me, which ended up with my getting some ambiguous message along the lines of "Yeah, well, he's gonna check the houses around there, maybe he left it at the wrong place." Meanwhile, I did my deep breathing and prepared to phone Amazon about getting a replacement (the advice I got from people at AskMe was that Amazon is very good about just replacing items in such circumstances, which is good to know).
And then around 4 there was a banging at the door; I went over and opened it to see (a) my package, sitting on the doormat; and (b) the driver, sprinting back toward his van. Cue the trombone wah-waahhhh of irony...
So, happy ending, although god damn UPS for being such knuckleheads anyway. Now all I have to do is get the new RAM successfully inserted into my machine, which I haven't done before but I gather is not a huge hassle. (Of course, having said that, I've probably guaranteed you'll see a post here tomorrow with the wailing and gnashing of teeth.)