Stupid shipping company get here now!

[solarbird]

This morning, yesterday morning, Wednesday morning - for some reason, I'm just failing to get myself going on doing anything. Wednesday, it's 'cause I was going to be out in the afternoon. Thursday, I had to wait around for the plumber. Today, I'm waiting for the shipper to get here. Yesterday and today, I do need to be around or bad things will happen, but really, there's no reason I shouldn't be able to get some other thing done (besides making LiveJournal entries, I mean). Despite that, I persist in Not Doing Much of Use. And sitting on my ass all morning makes me feel sleepy, which makes it harder to get up and do things.

I hate wasted time. At least I got a lot of office maintenance stuff done yesterday morning. And in the afternoon actually did some good, re-siding the little stub where the plumbing used to go, the place that's been broken for literally - I guesstimate - 35 years. And which had hornets in it last year. I hate hornets. I hate hornets a lot. And while I was pulling out the broken bits, I looked up and suddenly there was the biggest hornet ever, stumbling around groggily. I think it was the queen. No, really, it was over an inch long and really fat, but definitely a hornet. Amazingly, despite being on a ladder, I did not leap immediately to my death. (I really hate hornets.) I know that a hive of bees will die back over the winter, and the queen is the last to die, so I'm trying to figure out whether she was the last of the old hive, or whether she just happened to stumble in there looking for a place to set up a new hive.

Either way, "AGH hammerhammerhammerhammer" and presto, no more hornet. Just a bit of hornet goo.

I'm pretty happy with how the new siding turned out, though. It almost looks like I knew what I was doing. ^_^

I also might have an idea for a sculpture made mostly from the broken piece of Bird in Hyperspace. I played with it some last night. It needs to sit out for a couple of days while I look at it every so often... the biggest concern I have is that it might not work for anybody who didn't see BiH. I think it will, I just don't know. I'd also like to work in the garden some. Well, I'd like to go buy some flowers and plant them in the northern bed, but that involves me not being within three seconds of the door to make sure the UPS bastard doesn't knock, turn, and run, before I can get there to sign the delivery receipt. (I hate UPS. I hate them hate them hate them. I'll pay triple to avoid shipping with them, but so much of the time, they're the only option available. And then it's literally just under a 50-50 chance that the package will be lost, damaged, or possibly stolen, and then it's four to six months of hell trying to get them to pay up on the insurance. They're incredibly awful here. Friends in other parts of the country tell me they're better other places. I find that hard to imagine, but accept it on their word...)

Anyway. Flail flail flail.

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[firni.livejournal.com]

At our house, the UPS guy parks at the top of the driveway, tiptoes down, listens at the door to check if anybody is near the door and can hear him, pretends to knock, then RUNS LIKE THE WIND back up the driveway and speeds off in his truck.

Then there's FedEx. He runs down the driveway, FLINGS the package at the door, hits the doorbell and runs back to his truck because HOLY SHIT THOSE HICKS MIGHT SHOOT AT HIM!

[solarbird]

I've had UPS do the fling thing. From the sidewalk. At least it was underhand, though. The worst part was the time I tried to talk to her to the delivery agent, starting before she threw the box, saying I was right here and could sign for it. She ignored my existance completely, even as I kept trying to talk to her, and despite looking right at me. Or more accurately, past me, I suppose. (I was about eight feet away. No, really. Eight feet. Maybe nine.)

More UPS suckage

[imalion.livejournal.com]

So I managed to loose my ATM card last week for no particularly good reason, and since I was headed to New Orleans for work, for a week, I wanted it back... badly. I called up my bank, and was happy to find they had a rush otpion and for the bargain price of $15 they could have it out the day after next (or friday of last week). I didn't at the time know they were using UPS, I think I was blindly hoping that the new card would end up in the mail box... but no, around 9:30... well before most sane humans get up... I hear a knock at the door. After wondering who it might be for all of 5 seconds, I lurch to the door, fling it open, only to hear the UPS truck speed away.

...then I spent half an hour enjoying the lack of options I had for getting the damn package... "No sir, I'm sorry, the next day you could pick it up would be Monday"... but I'll be in New Orleans monday... "Well we can redirect it to your hotel".... YAY! I think to myself, and give her the Hotel info.

So monday comes and goes without a package at the hotel, and round about tuesday I check the tracking web site, only to find my ATM card has been safly returned to the bank.

...and here I am, in New Orleans, without an ATM card.

Damn you UPS! Damn you to HECK!

I thought for a bit about calling and bitching at them, but realized that it wouldn't do anyone any good, and it would make one phone rep have a particularly unpleasant day.

[ssha.livejournal.com]

Not to mention their complete inability to understand "GO DOWN THE FUCKING DRIVEWAY! I DON'T LIVE IN THE MAIN HOUSE!"