Thursday, February 18, 2010

I think I like waiting for packages

I’ve been buying a lot off the internet lately. Everything from pens to shoes to clothes and electronics have been arriving in neat little taped up brown boxes at various times in the week. Internet shopping is fun and all. You get something not everybody in town can just run to the store to get. You feel exclusive because most likely you are getting items much cheaper than you would in the store anyway. The only turn off to shopping online really is the fact that you can’t touch, feel, weigh in your hand. All you get is a picture and hope that it will arrive like you imagined. Anyway, I’m getting off topic here. My point is usually I get a tracking number and from there it’s a self torture session. I check it and I check it often. I have to know where it is. Did it get to the next hub? Why is it taking so long to get here? Why hasn’t the status changed? Oh my gosh, I’m never gonna get it. You should see me on the day of “expected delivery” I literally check the tracking information 7 to 8 times a day just to see if it moves. I swear when I finally get the package. I’m happy and all, but a part of me misses having something to check on. It doesn’t really matter what the package is as long as I have a tracking number. I guess in a sick way a part of me likes to have something out there that belongs to me. It’s like a game that I have no control over concerning if my merchandise will get from point a to b without incident.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

The Post Office

This isn't a rant. I promise you there are enough of them out there for you to read if you're into that kind of stuff. It just amazes me. I've always wanted to know what goes on inside the post office. Letters and junk mail get to me fine. When it comes to packages, it's like taking the money and just burning it. Better yet, I might as well just put the money I spent in the mailbox for the postman (or woman) to deliver straight to the mail sorters. I've had things that took twice as long to not get to me. Rerouted packages returned to the sender looking like someone did everything to it to see what was inside just short of just opening the damn thing. I've had things delivered completely open, with the contents thankfully still shifting around inside. The one that tops it all is the package that was delivered completely empty. The bag around it was an apology letter from the post office about how they were sorry they mishandled my package. Okay, stop right there. You mean to tell me that someone swiped the item in question and then put a sticker on it that basically says sorry we stole this but hey! at least you got the box! How would any postal sorter( not sure if that's even the official name, not sure I care) know that the box was maybe supposed to be shipped as light as it was. The only way the note is justified is somebody took the item. I'm also puzzled at their delivery confirmation service. It's supposed to guarantee the delivery and complimentary scans are made along the way just in case you were curious. But when the package goes missing they can't tell you where it is. So the point of the delivery confirmation is to make sure the package is delivered, wouldn't it be necessary for the scans to be mandatory just in case the package doesn't make it? I don't know maybe that's just a wild idea. It's not like they give you your money back if you never get your package (with or without insurance, it doesn't really matter). I'm so done throwing money away to these guys trusting them with merchandise I paid for. The last few problems I've had, I didn't even bother calling the post office because I already know I'm going to get some pissed of customer service rep who tells me to go kick rocks because they don't give a sh*t where I or my package ends up.