A Day of Growls and Cheers...
Apr. 26th, 2004 06:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hantsbearToday is the first official day that my problematic member of staff becomes somebody else's problem. Okay, so there is one issue around her holiday chit which needs to be sorted out, but other than that, she is finally out of my hair. So to speak. Wahoo!
However, Murphys law inevitably dictates that some other trial will fall into my life to replace the little vaccum left. I shall await with baited breath...
So, anyway, on the way home, I stop off at my local post office to find out if my broadband modem had been delivered there. Surprise, surprise, it had not. Grrr. I got home and found a card on my doorstep to say that they had attempted delivery and had taken the parcel back to the depot. At which point, I went ballistic.
You see, gentle reader, there is a small amount of history (okay, it goes back to last Thursday, indulge me!) Thursday evening, I receive a card through the door to say that Parcel Force (the parcel company of the Royal Mail, for those outside these shores) had attempted to deliver a package and would attempt to deliver it again tomorrow, unless I called their call centre. Which I did, and went through a whole heap of bleeps and key pressings to get to a voice activated system that was designed to identify the nearest post office to my home. It identified a post office that was reasonably close to my home, but was in fact out of my way walking home from work. Of course, the system did not allow me to choose my post office; it automatically selected for me. So, Friday night, I have to make a detour on the way home.
"No biggie," thinks I. And so, I turn up at the stated post office with my ID only to be told that they had not received any deliveries from Parcel Force that day. I returned home parcel-less and found a card on the doorstep stating that they had attempted delivery again, and the parcel had been returned to their depot inUlan Bator Southampton. I then phoned the call centre, speaking to a real human being! Or, at least, a vague approximation. I explained through gritted teeth what had happened, and explained, very patiently that I would like it delivered to my convenient post office.
So, as I stated above, I came home to another attempted delivery card. I called the call centre again, and growled my intense displeaure at the voice on the other end of the telephone. Who was unable to promise anything more than the parcel being delivered to the post office again, and a call from the depot. Not the head of the depot manager, lightly curried and served with Pliau Rice, Sag Aloo and Bombay Potatoes. Or, at the very least, my parcel delivered today.
I am still waiting for the phone call from the depot manager, I suspect he probably went home at 4pm and nothing will happen until tomorrow at the earliest. However, something good did come out of the Ticali saga; I still have the modem and filters. So, I decided to re-load the software and with a little tweeking, I have Broadband again. Hoo-bloomin'-rah!
However, Murphys law inevitably dictates that some other trial will fall into my life to replace the little vaccum left. I shall await with baited breath...
So, anyway, on the way home, I stop off at my local post office to find out if my broadband modem had been delivered there. Surprise, surprise, it had not. Grrr. I got home and found a card on my doorstep to say that they had attempted delivery and had taken the parcel back to the depot. At which point, I went ballistic.
You see, gentle reader, there is a small amount of history (okay, it goes back to last Thursday, indulge me!) Thursday evening, I receive a card through the door to say that Parcel Force (the parcel company of the Royal Mail, for those outside these shores) had attempted to deliver a package and would attempt to deliver it again tomorrow, unless I called their call centre. Which I did, and went through a whole heap of bleeps and key pressings to get to a voice activated system that was designed to identify the nearest post office to my home. It identified a post office that was reasonably close to my home, but was in fact out of my way walking home from work. Of course, the system did not allow me to choose my post office; it automatically selected for me. So, Friday night, I have to make a detour on the way home.
"No biggie," thinks I. And so, I turn up at the stated post office with my ID only to be told that they had not received any deliveries from Parcel Force that day. I returned home parcel-less and found a card on the doorstep stating that they had attempted delivery again, and the parcel had been returned to their depot in
So, as I stated above, I came home to another attempted delivery card. I called the call centre again, and growled my intense displeaure at the voice on the other end of the telephone. Who was unable to promise anything more than the parcel being delivered to the post office again, and a call from the depot. Not the head of the depot manager, lightly curried and served with Pliau Rice, Sag Aloo and Bombay Potatoes. Or, at the very least, my parcel delivered today.
I am still waiting for the phone call from the depot manager, I suspect he probably went home at 4pm and nothing will happen until tomorrow at the earliest. However, something good did come out of the Ticali saga; I still have the modem and filters. So, I decided to re-load the software and with a little tweeking, I have Broadband again. Hoo-bloomin'-rah!
Parcel Farce
Date: 2004-04-28 02:25 am (UTC)'Survivors of Parcel Force' 'Parcel Farce Annonymous' and then it'll be a segment on Jerry or Trisha.
'Help! I'm a Parcel and I Can't Get Delivered!'
'Parcel Force - and People who Trust Them'
Mish xx
Re: Parcel Farce
Date: 2004-04-28 11:26 am (UTC)Re: Parcel Farce
Date: 2004-04-30 11:22 pm (UTC)