I've mentioned here before that, since we moved to the new building, we get mail for the entire building... the building is the Math & Science Center, we're the Math Department, the post office does not actually look at the mail, they just send us everything with the word "math" on it.
UPS, Airborne, and FedEx also do this. But, since they deliver in person, I don't get to scribble nasty little notes and shove things back into outgoing mail....I get to deal with them firsthand. Which means that, on almost a daily basis, the following occurs:
Deliveryman arrives. Tries to get me to sign for packages. I inspect packages, pick out the two that are for us, and push the other four back over to him. He argues that they're ours. I point out the words "physics department" or suite numbers that are on totally different floors. I finally, grudgingly, takes the packages with him and departs. Daily. For over a month.
So today I get back from lunch to find five UPS packages on my desk. Three are ours. Two are not. I ask the student worker if she signed for them - no, they were delivered when she was away from the desk. I call, fed up, to get the lazy UPS guy back out here to pick up these packages. This being the last straw, UPS being the worst offender, the guy who argues with me the hardest and gives me the most exasperated looks. I'm on hold for a while. Passersby see the look on my face, the packages, and Netscape open to www.ups.com, and know *exactly* what's going on, and Chai-Fetching Sysadmin is at my side inspecting the packages, shaking his head and grinning, when I finally get a customer service rep. I explain the situation with the guy constantly trying to deliver to me instead of the intended recipient. Customer Service Guy, who has one of those voices that broadcasts, says, "Oh, I bet he's just flirting with you! You seem like a sweet girl!"
Customer Service Guy hears Chai-Fetching Sysadmin's "Ohhh shit," and says "Ummm," right before I continue in the voice of artic-cold diamond-hard steel....
I was just a *little* bit vicious.
I am *not* a sweet girl. I know I sound 8 years old on the phone. But you do not try to pacify me when I have a legitimate problem caused by your company's stupidity.
So. Not quite as down. Still not happy. (and Claris, it doesn't have to do with what you think it does, don't worry about that...)
UPS, Airborne, and FedEx also do this. But, since they deliver in person, I don't get to scribble nasty little notes and shove things back into outgoing mail....I get to deal with them firsthand. Which means that, on almost a daily basis, the following occurs:
Deliveryman arrives. Tries to get me to sign for packages. I inspect packages, pick out the two that are for us, and push the other four back over to him. He argues that they're ours. I point out the words "physics department" or suite numbers that are on totally different floors. I finally, grudgingly, takes the packages with him and departs. Daily. For over a month.
So today I get back from lunch to find five UPS packages on my desk. Three are ours. Two are not. I ask the student worker if she signed for them - no, they were delivered when she was away from the desk. I call, fed up, to get the lazy UPS guy back out here to pick up these packages. This being the last straw, UPS being the worst offender, the guy who argues with me the hardest and gives me the most exasperated looks. I'm on hold for a while. Passersby see the look on my face, the packages, and Netscape open to www.ups.com, and know *exactly* what's going on, and Chai-Fetching Sysadmin is at my side inspecting the packages, shaking his head and grinning, when I finally get a customer service rep. I explain the situation with the guy constantly trying to deliver to me instead of the intended recipient. Customer Service Guy, who has one of those voices that broadcasts, says, "Oh, I bet he's just flirting with you! You seem like a sweet girl!"
Customer Service Guy hears Chai-Fetching Sysadmin's "Ohhh shit," and says "Ummm," right before I continue in the voice of artic-cold diamond-hard steel....
I was just a *little* bit vicious.
I am *not* a sweet girl. I know I sound 8 years old on the phone. But you do not try to pacify me when I have a legitimate problem caused by your company's stupidity.
So. Not quite as down. Still not happy. (and Claris, it doesn't have to do with what you think it does, don't worry about that...)
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Argh!
Hope the anger will help kick away the depression a bit more.
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~cupcake
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Definitely ouch but still deserved.
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Just thought I'd share.
cheering you on
Check the address ya lazy bore
Deliver there or else beware
Goooooo 'song!
Definitely inexcusable...and I can't believe the service rep said that; highly unprofessional.
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