Dear UPS, you suck...or should I just say please stay away from my purchases and building.

Here's a little story of UPS. A handful of months ago I got married...my UPS guy was nice, and lovely, and polite. There was a handful of packages from wedding gifts, there was stuff I ordered to make wedding hoopla with, there were random purchases along the way. None– the– less, the man was friendly. He buzzed the building's buzzer and waited 45 seconds to a minute before buzzing again. We chatted about dogs, his kids, his wife...random banter along the way.

Then...then...the holiday season came, with holiday trainees showing up on this block. Then...then...the delivery hell began. Early purchase packages...one showed up last week. The delivery person was new, clueless, and not wholly friendly. Then, last night stupidity turned into moronic behavior. When I got home around 2:30 there was no UPS delivery. My husband got home around 6:30...still no package. For the rest of the evening we were home, someone always here. Around 8 pm we were on the stoop. Still, no delivery note. Then, the roommate came in around nine and handed me a slip. Since there was no name on it we didn't know if it was mine or hers, but we do know there was no buzzer!

So, tonight UPS finally showed up. Mind you, I had left the slip signed on the front door...the jerk laid on the buzzer, and it took me less than 45 seconds to get to the door. He was turning to leave. Really. I was being super nice, since I could see he isn't our normal guy. I asked if I could relay the message with him, since he said he wasn't the guy last night, about the no buzzer. Then...then...the asshat began yelling at me! He spewed about"I always ring the buzzer, as you saw tonight." He then hit the buzzer, as if in some kind of bravo moment. He couldn't even answer the question if tonight's packages were from last night's slip. He bellowed, "I don't know nothing about that."

It gets better...I check on the delivery of another package via online tracking...apparently it was missed at 8am. Um, NO ONE RANG MY BUZZER. I was home this morning!

So, UPS...you suck. I want my normal guy back. And, hire people that A) can do their job and B) don't go apeshit on your customers. I picked UPS shipping in lieu of Fed Ex. Next time, I'll pay for Fed Ex.

And...I'm dying to see what UPS says in its reply email to me. Yup, I sent an email...a polite one to boot. I'm done being nice to these chumps.

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