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whyy sunday delivery
Jan. 27th, 2020 02:41 pmvia https://ift.tt/2t2K5cX
[image description: a tracking log showing that an item was out for delivery at 7:10 am on Sunday Jan 26th, then delivery attempted at 6:26 pm, “no access to delivery location”, and 7:09 am the delivery arrived at the post office.]
First of all, I ordered a t-shirt, I don’t give a fuck when it arrives, I do not need it loaded on some driver’s truck on a fucking Sunday? [actually I ordered a raincoat and threw in a t-shirt to get free shipping and did not realize they’d be shipping entirely separately, the raincoat hasn’t even left a warehouse at all.]
Second of all, at 6:26 pm I was sitting at my kitchen table looking out the window at my driveway, and the “delivery location” is in fact my fucking driveway, which not only was clear of snow it also didn’t even have a car in it. No UPS truck came down my road. So when they mean “no access to delivery location” they mean “we had too much shit on our truck and did not go to that neighborhood”. Which, like, fine, but why tell me?
And finally, why the fuck did UPS then give it to the post office? Am I supposed to go get it there? No, they’re just gonna make the USPS deliver my shit that they never tried to deliver? I don’t know. I don’t understand this bold new post-Amazon world where guys in suits in offices who’ve never worked a fucking day in their lives decide that what customers want is for delivery drivers to do impossible shit.
I never mentioned on here how last Sunday we had an Amazon delivery? Dude ordered something and was like “what the fuck they’re sending it overnight??” and sure enough, Sunday night in the snow, we can look out and there’s a van driving aimlessly around our street, clearly totally fucking lost– because did you know? Amazon’s nearest hub to Buffalo is in Rochester, 60 miles away, and they make the drivers pick up their vans there and drive to Buffalo unpaid and only then clock in. And so they’re not only working an hour and a half each end of their shift unpaid, they’re also not from Buffalo and are expected to make deliveries in a city they’re not from.
So finally the guy gets out of his van and I see he’s struggling through the unplowed snow to the front door. In our neighborhood, universally, nobody uses front doors, only our side doors, so we don’t clear the walkways to our front doors at all (because only junk mail piles up there so we like to discourage it by not clearing the useless walkway), but here is this guy valiantly flailing around the front lawns of our neighborhood. I go excavate our front door, which has a bunch of stuff in front of it to keep the cold air from leaking in, and then the storm door is frozen shut so I can’t open it. I say this to him through the door, “The door’s frozen! I can’t open it!” but he looks blank.
Well, fuckit, we’re getting the doors replaced next week or so, so I kick the door open with my bare foot because it doesn’t matter if I break it, and take the package from him. He mouths words to me and is signing, and I realize, oh, he’s Deaf, that’s why he couldn’t hear me asking him to go around the side.
Then he asks me, “Where is 30?” and I realize he’s got another package to deliver, and the problem is since nobody uses their front doors they also don’t turn on their front lights so you can’t see the house numbers on anybody’s house on this whole block. So I point him the right way, and he hops off my porch and almost wipes the fuck out in my icy yard, but is on his way.
God damn it, it makes me not want to order things online. Who knows why the UPS driver made no attempt last night, but it probably wasn’t good. It’s a stupid farce to demand Sunday delivery, and I did not ask for it.
Anyway I’m cancelling my fucking Amazon Prime, I don’t want to have a part in that shit.
[image description: a tracking log showing that an item was out for delivery at 7:10 am on Sunday Jan 26th, then delivery attempted at 6:26 pm, “no access to delivery location”, and 7:09 am the delivery arrived at the post office.]
First of all, I ordered a t-shirt, I don’t give a fuck when it arrives, I do not need it loaded on some driver’s truck on a fucking Sunday? [actually I ordered a raincoat and threw in a t-shirt to get free shipping and did not realize they’d be shipping entirely separately, the raincoat hasn’t even left a warehouse at all.]
Second of all, at 6:26 pm I was sitting at my kitchen table looking out the window at my driveway, and the “delivery location” is in fact my fucking driveway, which not only was clear of snow it also didn’t even have a car in it. No UPS truck came down my road. So when they mean “no access to delivery location” they mean “we had too much shit on our truck and did not go to that neighborhood”. Which, like, fine, but why tell me?
And finally, why the fuck did UPS then give it to the post office? Am I supposed to go get it there? No, they’re just gonna make the USPS deliver my shit that they never tried to deliver? I don’t know. I don’t understand this bold new post-Amazon world where guys in suits in offices who’ve never worked a fucking day in their lives decide that what customers want is for delivery drivers to do impossible shit.
I never mentioned on here how last Sunday we had an Amazon delivery? Dude ordered something and was like “what the fuck they’re sending it overnight??” and sure enough, Sunday night in the snow, we can look out and there’s a van driving aimlessly around our street, clearly totally fucking lost– because did you know? Amazon’s nearest hub to Buffalo is in Rochester, 60 miles away, and they make the drivers pick up their vans there and drive to Buffalo unpaid and only then clock in. And so they’re not only working an hour and a half each end of their shift unpaid, they’re also not from Buffalo and are expected to make deliveries in a city they’re not from.
So finally the guy gets out of his van and I see he’s struggling through the unplowed snow to the front door. In our neighborhood, universally, nobody uses front doors, only our side doors, so we don’t clear the walkways to our front doors at all (because only junk mail piles up there so we like to discourage it by not clearing the useless walkway), but here is this guy valiantly flailing around the front lawns of our neighborhood. I go excavate our front door, which has a bunch of stuff in front of it to keep the cold air from leaking in, and then the storm door is frozen shut so I can’t open it. I say this to him through the door, “The door’s frozen! I can’t open it!” but he looks blank.
Well, fuckit, we’re getting the doors replaced next week or so, so I kick the door open with my bare foot because it doesn’t matter if I break it, and take the package from him. He mouths words to me and is signing, and I realize, oh, he’s Deaf, that’s why he couldn’t hear me asking him to go around the side.
Then he asks me, “Where is 30?” and I realize he’s got another package to deliver, and the problem is since nobody uses their front doors they also don’t turn on their front lights so you can’t see the house numbers on anybody’s house on this whole block. So I point him the right way, and he hops off my porch and almost wipes the fuck out in my icy yard, but is on his way.
God damn it, it makes me not want to order things online. Who knows why the UPS driver made no attempt last night, but it probably wasn’t good. It’s a stupid farce to demand Sunday delivery, and I did not ask for it.
Anyway I’m cancelling my fucking Amazon Prime, I don’t want to have a part in that shit.
