Frustrating
The last two days have been pretty frustrating.
A card arrived by courier from Australia yesterday morning. Which is good.
But the process for getting that card authorised has been pretty nightmarish. Every time that I think that I am going to cross the line somebody shifts the goalposts.
Hopefully I will be able to sort it all out by this time tomorrow.
To add an extra layer of frustration, just before five today I got a call on my mobile from some courier woman who was trying to find my address. I walked out onton the walkway to try to flag her, but she didn't seem to be in the vicinity. Maybe she was just on a side of the road where you couldn't see me, I don't know. She didn't believe that there was a 24 on my street, since she could only see a 34 (dimwit!).
I told her that it was in the big block of flats and that if she came down she would probably be able to see me standing on the landing.
'Just a minute.' She told me and hung up.
I waited for about 40 minutes for her to find her way here, then I gave up.
I'm going to get the name of the courier company from my parents so that I can call them in the morning and ask them what the fuck is going on. A delivery woman who doesn't know how to find an address, doesn't realise that the isn't a street in Europe that starts counting at 34 and can't apply enough reasoning to realise that a big block of flats probably numbers 1 to 30 should probably be investigating another career.
And naturally, I'm not going to share any of that with the firm until I get my package. If they've given it to someone else, I'm calling the police.
Frustrated and anxious.
Dammit.
-J
A card arrived by courier from Australia yesterday morning. Which is good.
But the process for getting that card authorised has been pretty nightmarish. Every time that I think that I am going to cross the line somebody shifts the goalposts.
Hopefully I will be able to sort it all out by this time tomorrow.
To add an extra layer of frustration, just before five today I got a call on my mobile from some courier woman who was trying to find my address. I walked out onton the walkway to try to flag her, but she didn't seem to be in the vicinity. Maybe she was just on a side of the road where you couldn't see me, I don't know. She didn't believe that there was a 24 on my street, since she could only see a 34 (dimwit!).
I told her that it was in the big block of flats and that if she came down she would probably be able to see me standing on the landing.
'Just a minute.' She told me and hung up.
I waited for about 40 minutes for her to find her way here, then I gave up.
I'm going to get the name of the courier company from my parents so that I can call them in the morning and ask them what the fuck is going on. A delivery woman who doesn't know how to find an address, doesn't realise that the isn't a street in Europe that starts counting at 34 and can't apply enough reasoning to realise that a big block of flats probably numbers 1 to 30 should probably be investigating another career.
And naturally, I'm not going to share any of that with the firm until I get my package. If they've given it to someone else, I'm calling the police.
Frustrated and anxious.
Dammit.
-J
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