I'm in a pissy, pissy mood today. Yesterday morning I found a delivery notice from a courier in my letterbox claiming that they had tried to deliver a package at 8am. At 8am I was sitting in my bedroom, which is right at the front of the house. My gate and door are loud enough that I can hear them at the back of the house (and I have terrible hearing), so there was no way anyone opened that gate and "tried to deliver" a damn thing. They just shoved the notice in the letterbox. So I rang and had a bit of an argument about whether or not they really did knock, and in the end informed them that I would be home all day and could they please redeliver it. At 4pm I still hadn't heard anything so I rang back again and was informed that they had not had a response from the driver. *sigh*
So then I made arrangements for it to be delivered to my work today. There's a reception desk that is manned by a group of admin staff whose job includes accepting packages. I went to tell them a package was being delivered to me and the officious little knob I spoke to informed me that it "wasn't his job" to accept personal packages. I tried to explain that this was my only option during business hours and he got all prissy and uptight about it. He kept banging on about how he "couldn't take responsibility". The issue was a signature - my job involves being on the phone most of the time and quite often for long periods of time, so I can't always drop everything to come and sign a form - they sign for things all the time, so I don't really see what the issue was. In the end I lost my temper and snapped, "I'm not asking you to take responsibility - I'm just asking you to sign for it! It's not a precious metal - it's bloody hair colour!" Then I stomped off muttering all sorts of swear words under my breath while he turned around to his colleagues to have a bitch about my nerve in asking him to take on such a massive task as SIGNING FOR A BLOODY PACKAGE.
Five minutes later I get a call from Noodle Arms - she's been unwell for several days with a bad cold (hence me being home yesterday) - and I had to go home because she's still sick. Back on the phone to the courier company to tell them that a) I was going home, and b) if they try to deliver the package to my work address it's quite probable it won't be accepted. So now I'm home with my sick kid, wondering if this damn package is going to make an appearance today.
UPDATE: So by 3pm today I still hadn't heard anything and I rang back AGAIN - third time now. I was told again that "nothing had been done" and assured that I would receive a call from the courier by 4:30. It's now 5:18...
SECOND UPDATE: I rang AGAIN at 5:45, only to be cheerily told that it was being delivered tomorrow. I'm slightly ashamed to admit that I went off a bit - though I did apologise continually while I was ranting. I was also told, "Oh no - the drivers don't generally call you because it's from their private number." WTF??? I supposedly have "a supervisor" calling me tomorrow on my mobile to sort it out. We'll see what happens next.
OH MY GOD I AM SO ANGRY AND I DON'T HAVE A DROP OF WINE IN THE HOUSE TO SOOTHE ME. GRAAARAAAGHAAAAAGHHHHHH!!!1111