Packing List Fail

I mentioned recently that I ripped the hell out of one of my pairs of jeans the other day and had to order some new clothes. I ordered a couple of pairs of jeans and a few shirts. I got a delivery message that same day with a delivery date of today. Nice.

Today I noticed that a second pair of jeans is also ripped to shit. At this point in the story please note that I rarely buy clothes and the two ripped jeans are probably 3-4 years old. I think it’s been that long since I resupplied.

Well that sucks, but at least the post office will be delivering two new pairs of pants today, right? Good timing, I guess.

That’s what I thought at least. The postman brought me a package today and it was very small. Way too small for two pairs of pants and a few shirts. Small enough that it actually held one shirt. The hell?

I checked the delivery email again. Big letters: DELIVERED, then a link to one of the shirts I ordered. Then in small letters: Processing, then links to everything else. Oh you sonofabitch. I just suck at reading. Really, I am just not that good at life.

I guess I am down to one pair of jeans now. Unless of course the third pair is also ripped and I just haven’t noticed. How much do you want to bet on that?

It’s Finally Coming

I ordered it on March 6th. That’s 14 days ago. Two weeks.

I got a shipping notification from the seller on March 9th. When I ran the tracking number though it said the number had been created but not picked up. Using my vast shipping/receiving knowledge from 20+ years ago, that generally means the shipping label has been printed but the package has not been dropped off with or picked up by the post office.

I sent the seller a message yesterday. I tried not to sound pissy. There’s a pandemic and the previous administration did everything it could to destroy the USPS. I get that it might be rough getting things to where they are going. I hope the seller didn’t read it as if I was pissed off because I wasn’t.

Today I tracked the package and it now says it shipped on the 19th. The same day I sent my non-pissy but possibly still pissy email. I tried to run the tracking number again a few minutes ago and the whole system is down. Go back and re-read the previous paragraph. Specifically the third sentence.

When I tracked earlier it gave the estimated delivery date as Monday the 22nd.

After work on Monday I am going to play the guitar through the 30 watt channel on my amp and hopefully, fingers crossed, not tear down the house and shatter windows all throughout the neighborhood. The attenuator is coming and we are going to see if we can tame that amp a smidge. Again, fingers crossed.

Rock and Roll (or something similar).

Can’t Blame UPS for This One

Well, it’s Christmas Eve. Time to make one last check on the straggler packages that haven’t been delivered yet. First thing I went to was The Big One (which isn’t that big, we agreed to go small this year, and we already bought a Big One that counts for Christmas so it’s all good). The estimated arrival date is now, We’ll Let You Know. I checked the tracking number with UPS and they still don’t have the package. The number is in their system, which means someone at the warehouse actually printed out a shipping label, but it hasn’t made it to UPS yet (did I mention I have a ton of experience running a business’ shipping office? I do. I have a little less experience running the receiving office, but I’ve done that too).

Someone has a birthday in early February. Do you think we’ll have the package by then? I’m not holding my breath. I got refunds for a handful of non-Christmas things I bought from Amazon that got lost in transit, but this puppy ain’t even left the building yet. You can’t blame UPS (or Fed Ex, or USPS, or whatever carrier you want to blame it on) for this one.

It’s all okay though. Like I said, we’ve already done a big gift pre-Christmas, and I have a nice placeholder for the missing Big One too, so Christmas will not be tainted any more than Covid-19 has already tainted it. We’re good.

Aside from all my bitchin’ and yakkin’, allow me to wish y’all a Merry Christmas Eve. HoHoHo.