MOFO's!!

well it turns out that my previous initial post had some interesting and encouraging responses (well in all honesty, there were only two responses.....), and i guess it took time for the next post to come out.

Wildflower asked me "what no new post?!"

Immediate reaction was a sheepish smile that started to feel a little bad for displaying anger online. But then that morphed into a wicked twisted grin that announced it was time to rip a new one into humanity ( wow i am so so full of myself huh )

anyway.... i finally got around to buying myself a new camera (old one was a compact digital Olympus that I bought when i had just started working more then 3 years ago). Upgrade time presented itself in the shape of a Canon EOS 400D (woohoo!!) Excitement was intensified when they (guilty party A) upgraded my memory card to a 4GB (which is way cooler then a 2GB). Of course i found out the fine print read as follows :

"the card will only be available to the respective sucker after a period of wanting and depression has passed, or 1 week, whichever comes sooner. In any event that neither happens, then the company will have to try to send it to you"

Well... i was gonna be a little busy that week so i thot "whaddahell... i can wait a week". Of course as u jolly readers are already laughing your heads off at my school girl like innocence and naivity, the said week passes and no card arrived.

Pissed off conversation 1 found out that 'guilty party A' had only sent it out the previous day YEAHRITE!

so i wait.... and at night i see a "Sorry u were out, but i couldn't be bothered to wait or come at a time when most workin folks are actually at home" card from the delivery company (read : 'guilty party B'). The darling wife had already called and screwed em up, but i decided another round was definitely in favour. Oh did i mention that the Sorry ur fucked card also said that this was their 3rd attempt to deliver! My! such dedication! 3 times in ... wait ... 1 day..... fuck!

anyway me spoke to this person ... well i spoke and she tried to.... and arranged for a delivery on Sat ... which of course did not materialise. Today (Monday Dec 10) i called to hound guilty part B. Luck would have it that they actually employ other people who are capable of understanding and then carrying a conversation. Long story short ( funny u'd say ... thought the story was too long already ) 3 hrs later they call back ...

"wonder if u could see this coming"

... and they then proceed to dutifully and solemnly inform me as if i was Private Ryan's mom that they had lost (gasp! shock! horror!) my package. FUCK!!!

pissed? ya i was. Still am. will be for a while. Of course they (B) would contact (A), get a replacement, and the (new) package would eventually find it's way to my door. but the wait? frustration? suicidal tendency to knock down every courier rider i see on the road from now on?

And all this during the week where i had training from Monday till Friday (no off days this week) and work as usual after training hours, and cover on Sunday due to the great fuck up called IPRO ( let's not get into that )

i wonder .. no really. I wonder how can businesses like these survive? You'd think in the world of new technology and ever reducing telco charges they would try to :

1. SMS the receiver to arrange a convenient time?
2. call up the next day to arrange a better delivery time?
3. drop an email (now that would be free) to the receiver to arrange a suitable delivery time?
4. make arrangements with apartments to leave packages at the maintenance office if they only worked (if u call riding from point 1 to point 2 work) during office hours?
5. don't lose the packages?
6. have a after-hours drive thru window for receivers to claim their undelivered packages on the same day?


I just hope that eventually receive my package... cos instead click-happy index finger, i may end up with a itchy trigger finger guilty of trying to immitate michael doulas in breakdown.

I'd like to thank you for tuning in. Today's episode has been brought to you by the letter A (Lam Loong Photo) and by the letter B (GD Express), and by the colour blue (the way i feel now).

Tune in for the next show. Who knows when the next time i pissed up enough (I meant to say inspired, but who am i kidding) to produce my next literary piece. To partially quote one of my heroes "it's a clusterf@#k".