You know that old saying, “sweating like a pig”?
Well, oink.
Since 6 am, I have washed three loads of laundry, folded one load, run two loads of dishes, vacuumed the living room, washed the sliding glass doors, taken out the trash and cleaned the kitchen.
I’m tired now.
I’m really not sure what’s gotten into me, but I’m not complaining. Being productive is fun!
Now you know that I couldn’t write something without throwing a bit of bitching in. Ready? Good.
I had it out with UPS today.
I’m supposed to be reviewing a book for Mother Talk on the 6th of August. The publisher overnighted it and the book was delivered at 9:37 am on Friday. That’s service! Right? Wrong!
I have yet to receive the book. Unbeknownst to me, the book was delivered to our leasing office. I’m fine with UPS delivering things to our leasing office. As a matter of fact, I appreciate it. If I’m not home, it’s nice to know that the package won’t be left on our doorstep or taken all the way back to the distribution center.
But, knock on my door first; I’m almost always home. If you decide to not knock, at least leave a message on my door to alert me to the fact that you’ve left something at the leasing office. Is that too much to ask?
I probably wouldn’t be this pissed if it hadn’t happened before.
Back in June, my stroller was expedited by the stroller company to our place so that we would have it before we left for Arkansas.
Same story, different verse.
I waited all day that Thursday; we were leaving early the next morning and I didn’t want to miss it.
I freaked out when we had to leave to around 4 pm to take the dogs to the doggy hotel because I was convinced that it was going to be delivered while we were gone and it would be taken back to the hub.
Guess what. The damn thing had been delivered at 2:30 pm! 2:30! No knock on my door; no note.
I was HOT. (and not in a Paris Hilton kinda way)
So that’s why I chewed some UPS ass today…and it was good.
