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Baaah!
Another reason why bureaucracy sucks a big fat one:
My mom sent me a package, and sent it priority so that it would get here before the vacation, when the IUFM shuts down completely until the 7th. She sent it last Tuesday, the ... 11th. Plenty of time, especially as it was supposed to get here in *3 or 4 days*. But, of course, it is not that easy. I've gone to reception every single day the school is open, twice or three times a day most recently because the receptionists are like 'yeah, we have no idea what time the postman comes, it depends. you just have to come in every so often to check', to check and see if it's there. Nothing. Today, I went to the main post office because it's been a week and a half and I haven't received the package that was supposed to be here within 4 days. I waited in a line for 45 minutes, presented my situation to the woman, and she was like, 'oh, well, I'm sorry, but we don't handle packages here anymore. That's over at another package-center. I'll give you the number." So. I wasn't too mad because she was nice, but I was still disappointed and my confidence in post offices and organizations in general is at an all-time low, which is saying a lot, considering past experiences. I think this is a cumulative feeling, however. Anyway, I got home and called the number the woman gave me using our finally-working phone and our finally-working phone-line (long story, will share later if I don't break my fingers hitting something first) and what do I get? A message saying 'all lines of the corespondent you are trying to reach are busy. Please try your call again at a later time.' So I waited an hour. Same. F-ing. Message.
Seriously. Seriously!!!! WTF????
I'm really pissed off at the moment. I may write something else later. For now, I am giving whoever screwed up my package, and all the obstacles in the way of my finding it, the mental finger.
pissed offMy mom sent me a package, and sent it priority so that it would get here before the vacation, when the IUFM shuts down completely until the 7th. She sent it last Tuesday, the ... 11th. Plenty of time, especially as it was supposed to get here in *3 or 4 days*. But, of course, it is not that easy. I've gone to reception every single day the school is open, twice or three times a day most recently because the receptionists are like 'yeah, we have no idea what time the postman comes, it depends. you just have to come in every so often to check', to check and see if it's there. Nothing. Today, I went to the main post office because it's been a week and a half and I haven't received the package that was supposed to be here within 4 days. I waited in a line for 45 minutes, presented my situation to the woman, and she was like, 'oh, well, I'm sorry, but we don't handle packages here anymore. That's over at another package-center. I'll give you the number." So. I wasn't too mad because she was nice, but I was still disappointed and my confidence in post offices and organizations in general is at an all-time low, which is saying a lot, considering past experiences. I think this is a cumulative feeling, however. Anyway, I got home and called the number the woman gave me using our finally-working phone and our finally-working phone-line (long story, will share later if I don't break my fingers hitting something first) and what do I get? A message saying 'all lines of the corespondent you are trying to reach are busy. Please try your call again at a later time.' So I waited an hour. Same. F-ing. Message.
Seriously. Seriously!!!! WTF????
I'm really pissed off at the moment. I may write something else later. For now, I am giving whoever screwed up my package, and all the obstacles in the way of my finding it, the mental finger.
ps. i LOVE the six lesbians and a Uhaul mix :)
and you! i love you too!
Thanks Honey
I modified the mix. I cant tell if I like it better. Oh weird! Firefox isnt allowing me to use apostrophes... um, that could be bad...
Remember that you're in France...life is...slower. More relaxed. People take long lunches and leave work early. The postman comes when he pleases and the packages eventually get where they need to go...
much love!
for important things, always get a tracking number. so you can log on and see that it left the PO in the US, that it arrived at the shipping plant in the US, that it arrived on the plane/boat, that it arrived at customs in france, etc etc. believe me, we have to scan that shiznit all the damn time. and from my end, it sucks. quality control.
for what it's worth, though, i'm sorry it hasn't showed yet!
[told you i was conflicted]
I hope you are having a lovely christmas, and I miss you loads!
much much love!