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ebonlockSo I got the bad news today, the other box of comics being shipped out here from home appears to have gone missing. The PO claims they delivered it last week, I never saw it. Unless they managed to cram it into the bush it ain't there and never was. This is a bit of a tragedy in that it contained all my Excalibur back issues, plus some other X-titles I believe and my complete Baker Street run.
I will at least make a stop at the PO and have them double check that it's not there, but deep in my heart I know they're gone for good. Ah well, that's what happens when you get too attached to material things. I suppose it gives me an excuse to start collecting them again. Hmm, wonder if I could find any on eBay...
*sigh*
On the plus side, while someone seems to have made off with my comics, they were kind enough not to swipe the steam cleaner that our UPS person helpfully left sitting upright just in front of our door. Didn't even attempt to conceal it. It's a good thing our neighborhood is normally so crime free or that would've been $90 out the window. A pox on all stupid package deliverers!
Class was good, though unexpectedly challenging. Apparently the floor had just been waxed that day which made doing two choreographies that involve a good deal of turning around and spinning quite interesting. Thank the gods we didn't have to do veils on that floor, I would've ended up on my ass. Hell, I almost did just doing Choukraine! Alyne also announced she wants all of us to be able to dance those routines as solos. I am never, and allow me to repeat this, *NEVER* going to get Choukraine pounded into my skull. It's just not going to happen. I have accepted this and am moving on with my life. Now "Princess of Cairo" is a no-brainer for me, it's all musical cues, I can follow that.
I think we've also agreed to dance at a senior center in a couple of weeks. It's a nice thing to do for the folks living there and apparently the dance space is to die for. Also they apparently record everything and reward their
performers with a nice disc to take home with them.
And I think I've convinced Aelf that we should splurge and treat ourselves to DSL at home. Go me!
I will at least make a stop at the PO and have them double check that it's not there, but deep in my heart I know they're gone for good. Ah well, that's what happens when you get too attached to material things. I suppose it gives me an excuse to start collecting them again. Hmm, wonder if I could find any on eBay...
*sigh*
On the plus side, while someone seems to have made off with my comics, they were kind enough not to swipe the steam cleaner that our UPS person helpfully left sitting upright just in front of our door. Didn't even attempt to conceal it. It's a good thing our neighborhood is normally so crime free or that would've been $90 out the window. A pox on all stupid package deliverers!
Class was good, though unexpectedly challenging. Apparently the floor had just been waxed that day which made doing two choreographies that involve a good deal of turning around and spinning quite interesting. Thank the gods we didn't have to do veils on that floor, I would've ended up on my ass. Hell, I almost did just doing Choukraine! Alyne also announced she wants all of us to be able to dance those routines as solos. I am never, and allow me to repeat this, *NEVER* going to get Choukraine pounded into my skull. It's just not going to happen. I have accepted this and am moving on with my life. Now "Princess of Cairo" is a no-brainer for me, it's all musical cues, I can follow that.
I think we've also agreed to dance at a senior center in a couple of weeks. It's a nice thing to do for the folks living there and apparently the dance space is to die for. Also they apparently record everything and reward their
performers with a nice disc to take home with them.
And I think I've convinced Aelf that we should splurge and treat ourselves to DSL at home. Go me!
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Date: 2003-06-24 06:46 pm (UTC)Well, the delivery slip finally came, but it was a, "We've kept this package at the post office, and you can come pick it up or scribble a time on this slip when we should attempt redelivery." Being the lazy sort, I elected for the latter option: I filled out the slip and popped it back into the outgoing mail slot, confident that the mail carrier would, as instructed, deliver the package to the complex office in a couple of days. This was on a Tuesday.
Fast forward to Friday. Still no package. So, a little concerned, I go over to the complex office myself and ask them what the deal is. Nothing's been delivered.
The following Monday I go to the post office. I talk to a very nice lady who goes to the trouble of investigating all of the delivery bins in the back, but can't find anything for me. She hands me over to one of the supervisors, who promises to look into things with the mail carrier and get back to me in a day or two.
So I wait. And wait. And wait. And on Friday I call the post office and ask, basically, what the fuck. Nobody's asked any mail carriers a goddamned thing; nobody can find their asses with the assistance of both hands and GPS coordinates; and nobody has any explanations as to how an international parcel managed to vanish into thin air. I get a lame, "Sorry we couldn't be of more help, sir," which together with a buck and a half would get me a cup of coffee, and to which I am sorely tempted to respond, "MAYBE IF YOU ASSHOLES DID YOUR JOBS..."
But I'm actually a fairly polite and non-confrontational sort, so I smiled the patient little smile that one reserves for retarded children and government functionaries, and chalked up my $40 purchase as a loss, and a lesson learned.
The lesson? Never ship anything important via the US postal service. The people who work for the USPS are such a gaggle of flaming incompetents that it's a wonder they haven't all died of asphyxiation from forgetting to breathe.
I feel your pain about the comic books, in other words. :)