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Ordering something off the ‘Net is supposed to make life easier, right? You put in an order, the company puts it in the mail, a package arrives on your doorstep. No problem.
Except when a package is sent by UPS with a requirement that the addressee must sign for it. Or if the addressee lives in an apartment or condo that has no front desk, and the delivery people are reluctant to leave it sitting on the floor. (When I was a kid, they routinely left stuff inside the gas grill in our backyard.) At my previous apartment, I had a note tacked on my door asking delivery persons to take all my packages to the rental office. Now I don’t have that option.
When I receive a package through the Postal Service, I have to sign the slip they leave, with a note begging them to leave it in front of my door. Sometimes this takes a couple rounds of slips and signatures before they give in. Occassionally they ignore my notes and make me walk to the post office (which of course is not open late enough on weekdays).
UPS makes things even more difficult by insisting on a signature in person. Which brings me to my travelling shoes. Do to a long series of medical issues with my feet, I only wear one specific brand of race-walking sneakers. Since they are on the pricey side, I look for sales online. A couple weeks ago, I ordered a new pair.
They were sent UPS. I couldn’t stay home and wait for the man in brown to stop by, so I used the UPS website to ask them to redeliver to my job. Of course, that’s not simple either. I’m a contractor at two job site and don’t have any idea how to address something to be sure it would be delivered to me. So I had it sent to my company’s main office instead. Of course in doing this, they attached a new mailing label that covered my name up. So someone had to open the box to look at the mailing label. She passed it along to my boss, who is bringing it to my job site today. He will in turn give it to my onsite supervisor, who will give it to me when I stop by to drop off my keys at the end of the day. Hopefully.
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Several years ago, I Googled my name and then emailed two people I found with my name. One was in high school and one was working at a college. I wonder who the other 5 are.
