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FUCK YOU UPS
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU DIE IN A FIRE
WHERE IS MY FUCKING PACKAGE YOU LYING BASTARDS SAID YOU DELIVERED
I WANT MY GODDAMN PACKAGE NOW NOT WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE IT
I AM NOT GOING TO EAT $132
IS THIS ANOTHER DELIVERY ERROR
THIS HAD BETTER NOT BE ANOTHER DELIVERY ERROR
FUCK YOU EVEN THE FUCKING POST OFFICE CAN GET MY FUCKING ADDRESS RIGHT
I WILL GRIND YOUR LAZY, STUPID DELIVERYMAN'S FACE INTO THE PLACE IN THE BACKYARD WHERE THE FERAL CATS LIKE TO SHIT
I BET HE WILL REMEMBER WHICH HOUSE IS CORRECT THEN
WHEN THE REVOLUTION COMES YOU WILL NOT BE SPARED

(TL;DR: I ordered some stuff online. The seller only uses UPS. UPS says they delivered a package to our back door yesterday. There is no package there, at the front door, or at the porch door we never use. Lolmom did not find a package when she left for work, and according to UPS' delivery confirmation, it should have been there by the time she left. I was at work when the package was delivered. It wasn't something that needed to be signed for. It's possible that it was stolen, but unlikely; we don't exactly live in a high-crime neighborhood, and the contents of the package aren't something that normal people would want to steal. I think it was delivered to another address in error, which wouldn't be the first time this has happened in our neighborhood, speaking as someone who was once given a package meant for THREE STREETS OVER. I hate to drag the seller into this, because it's not their fault at all, but UPS won't advise the receiver of claim status, so I pretty much have to ask the seller to plz file a claim. GOD FUCKING DAMN IT I AM SO MAD SOME OF MY OUTFIT FOR EVILLECON WAS IN THERE I JUST WANT MY FUCKING STUFF.)

But! On the plus side, lolmom and I went to the Edgewater Grille on Sunday and I STILL have some delicious grilled veggie pizza left over. (I fell off the wagon pretty hard today, though. Nothing for it but to get back on.) Also: the MEGAHeart is coming to Evansville this Saturday and I am way more excited than I should be about walking through a GIANT INFLATABLE HEART (assuming I can get there early and walk through the heart before lunch, since I have another obligation at 11:30). It kind of reminds me of being 6 or 7 when we lived in Chicago and my father would take us to the Museum of Science and Industry all the time; there was a giant heart that you could walk through, though it wasn't inflatable. (The new Giant Heart is pretty cool, but I'm kind of saddened that the old one isn't there anymore.)

I must, alas, stop my wacky Facebook hijinks with pixelation and get some sleep. PERHAPS I CAN GET THE UPS ISSUES SORTED TOMORROW.

[Edit: Holy crap, my incoherent RAEG caused me to break my font tags. I win the Golden Derp Award!]

Comments

[zyphryus.livejournal.com]

UGH. Postmen.
Are they getting worse or WHAT?
I even put a clear label above the mail slop with our apt # (AGAIN) and our names. and we still get our neighbors clearly labeled mail.
AND, I swear everytime any postal worker delivers mail, they are on the phone. This wouldn't bother me if they got it right.

[shake-the-stars.livejournal.com]

I have received mail intended for the neighbors. I put it back in the box and waited for the mailman to figure out his mistake *g* Fortunately, he didn't take too long to do that.

I did eventually receive my package; turns out the UPS man stuffed it in the beams that hold the back-door light in place. (It's tucked in kind of a mini-porch roof.) I appreciate his trying to be secure, but the front door has a porch (and it wasn't that big a package, so you'd have to look pretty hard to see it from the street) and large trees that obscure your view, so I was all like "plz put things here in future if possible".

Either that, or the gang of feral cats who roam the neighborhood stole my package, batted it around for a little while, and then decided to see how long it would take me to find it ;D