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monday delivery
Jan. 28th, 2020 12:51 pmvia https://ift.tt/2U0IkrA
as anticipated, the unneccessarily-well-traveled package was waiting at my door on monday.
here’s the delivery site, which was mysteriously unavailable sunday night:
I mean, you can see how hard that is to access, I don’t blame them one bit.
But like. I didn’t want it on Sunday. I don’t want some delivery driver to have to work completely antisocial hours with far too many packages and too little time just so they can be forced to mark my entire goddamn house unavailable and then make the USPS take the package to me at a regular time.
This Age of Online Shopping promised to be a utopia for me and my weirdly plus-size ass, who to this day cannot buy bras at any store within 200 miles of my house. How wonderful, I can search the entire world from my computer, and find the difficult-to-describe, improbably-sized things I need, and have them sent right to me! And then there are so many jobs for delivery people and carriers and such, and traditionally those have been union, decently-paid jobs. By definition those have to be domestic jobs, you can’t outsource those to exploit third-world laborers!
But no, now our capitalist hellscape dictates that customers require free shipping so we (i work in the online sales industry now, everyone does) have to lie about prices everywhere else and gouge ourselves to compete via deliberately-obscured algorithms for customers, and now packages are carried via gig economy jobs that exploit my neighbors instead.
And I’m being not only given too much information about the tracking (I’d have been entirely happy to just get it on Monday and never know about its odyssey) but also eagerly solicited to leave reviews– not of the products, but of the shipping experience, what the fuck– because they know fine well they’re demanding the impossible and making their couriers do untruthful things to get by, and they want me to snitch on their delivery driver for not even swinging by my neighborhood so they can fire someone or cut their pay. Fuck that!
At least, at least, all the items did, in fact, ship together, so I didn’t go through all this just to get the t-shirt I added on to get free shipping while the rest of my order sat around someplace.
as anticipated, the unneccessarily-well-traveled package was waiting at my door on monday.
here’s the delivery site, which was mysteriously unavailable sunday night:
I mean, you can see how hard that is to access, I don’t blame them one bit.
But like. I didn’t want it on Sunday. I don’t want some delivery driver to have to work completely antisocial hours with far too many packages and too little time just so they can be forced to mark my entire goddamn house unavailable and then make the USPS take the package to me at a regular time.
This Age of Online Shopping promised to be a utopia for me and my weirdly plus-size ass, who to this day cannot buy bras at any store within 200 miles of my house. How wonderful, I can search the entire world from my computer, and find the difficult-to-describe, improbably-sized things I need, and have them sent right to me! And then there are so many jobs for delivery people and carriers and such, and traditionally those have been union, decently-paid jobs. By definition those have to be domestic jobs, you can’t outsource those to exploit third-world laborers!
But no, now our capitalist hellscape dictates that customers require free shipping so we (i work in the online sales industry now, everyone does) have to lie about prices everywhere else and gouge ourselves to compete via deliberately-obscured algorithms for customers, and now packages are carried via gig economy jobs that exploit my neighbors instead.
And I’m being not only given too much information about the tracking (I’d have been entirely happy to just get it on Monday and never know about its odyssey) but also eagerly solicited to leave reviews– not of the products, but of the shipping experience, what the fuck– because they know fine well they’re demanding the impossible and making their couriers do untruthful things to get by, and they want me to snitch on their delivery driver for not even swinging by my neighborhood so they can fire someone or cut their pay. Fuck that!
At least, at least, all the items did, in fact, ship together, so I didn’t go through all this just to get the t-shirt I added on to get free shipping while the rest of my order sat around someplace.
