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Apr. 11th, 2008 12:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ebonlockOk so you know how I was going to earn best aunt ever accolades by acquiring a Wii for my niece and shipping it out well in advance of her birthday? UPS appears to have lost it. As in it never got scanned leaving the store I shipped it from. I talked to the manager there who's asking me to bring her a copy of the receipt. A receipt that I got the yellow copy of and they kept the original. I intend to get her to explain to me why they don't have a copy of it there. My best guess would be that it was taken along with the box by someone who works there.
Flames...flames on the side of my face...
*deep breath*
Ok so I insured it for $300 just in case so all is not lost, still this is officially the last time I ever use UPS if it can possibly be avoided.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Being in desperate need of some cheering up I stumbled upon what is turning out to be the funniest thing I've read in ages. Imagine the crew of Stargate Atlantis as participants in the sixth season of Project Runway:
Back at Parson's, there's a scramble for tables, and an industrious quiet settles over the room – the kind that's made up of low-level swearing and the rasp of scissors cutting silk, the click of someone's heels (Larrin? Or maybe Kolya – John swears there are lifts in his boots) and the frantic whispers of the production team. "Genius here!" Rodney snaps, elbowing past Adria to get to a box of pins, and in the far corner, someone's singing Dylan tunes. John cuts and drapes, falls into the rhythm of it – discovers that Rodney's bitching has a soothing quality after a while; actively prefers it to Lindsey Novak's under-the-breath chant of 'You can do it, you can do it,' interrupted by periodic bouts of hiccups. She seems to be making an alien; at least that's what the big hood on the silvery cape looks like. John hopes it's intentional, or Nina Garcia's going to have a fit.
John Sheppard's Guide to Surviving Project Runway
I can honestly say reading this has made my entire week and is keeping me from active homicide today.
Flames...flames on the side of my face...
*deep breath*
Ok so I insured it for $300 just in case so all is not lost, still this is officially the last time I ever use UPS if it can possibly be avoided.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Being in desperate need of some cheering up I stumbled upon what is turning out to be the funniest thing I've read in ages. Imagine the crew of Stargate Atlantis as participants in the sixth season of Project Runway:
Back at Parson's, there's a scramble for tables, and an industrious quiet settles over the room – the kind that's made up of low-level swearing and the rasp of scissors cutting silk, the click of someone's heels (Larrin? Or maybe Kolya – John swears there are lifts in his boots) and the frantic whispers of the production team. "Genius here!" Rodney snaps, elbowing past Adria to get to a box of pins, and in the far corner, someone's singing Dylan tunes. John cuts and drapes, falls into the rhythm of it – discovers that Rodney's bitching has a soothing quality after a while; actively prefers it to Lindsey Novak's under-the-breath chant of 'You can do it, you can do it,' interrupted by periodic bouts of hiccups. She seems to be making an alien; at least that's what the big hood on the silvery cape looks like. John hopes it's intentional, or Nina Garcia's going to have a fit.
John Sheppard's Guide to Surviving Project Runway
I can honestly say reading this has made my entire week and is keeping me from active homicide today.
