November 22, 2005 5:09 pm

Not Again.

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missed ups

My poor Poof Chair is sitting hostage in some dumb UPS truck somewhere.

Also, WTF is up with the spelling of my name?!? M-E-A-G-E-N? I realize that my spelling is unusual, but throwing random letters in is not acceptable. The only difference between the standard M-E-G-A-N and mine is ONE EXTRA G. Not additional vowels in weird places.

The other crap thing is that they’ve marked the delivery time as being from 10:30-2, which totally sucks because I’ll be gone by 8am and Daniel has to be at work at 12:30. So unless they manage to deliver it before 12:20-ish, I’m out of luck AGAIN. And I doubt they’d deliver on Thanksgiving. I tried calling their customer service number to make sure to schedule it for an acceptable time, but it was one of those HORRIBLE automated talker things. You know the sort, it’s like an answering machine, but you have to talk at it and it’ll give you options based on what you’ve said. To UPS’s defense, it was a hell of a lot better than the one Amtrak uses. Their’s is so crap. “Hiiiihhh. I’m Julie.” This one wasn’t as embarrassing to talk to. But it wouldn’t let me adjust the time! I could only pick the day!

*cries* Maybe they’ll decide to do a second round just in case, and they’ll show up at 6pm. I want my Poof Chair!

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  • kim says:

    i work at UPS! and stumbled across your site. imagine my horror to be confronted with one of these yellow sticky-notes from hell, i have come to be some familiar with from working the customer counter a few weeknights.

    okay! if you absolutely need something: you should definitely call to have it held at your center. it’s sooo much easier to track it down, as most normal people are at work while UPS drivers are actually delivering stuff.

    if you place it on a ‘will call’ status, EARLY in the day before the driver’s leave for their routes (9am), then that way you can be sure that it’s not going to be driven all over town on the driver’s route with only serendipity and exceptional luck of good timing on your side.

    i hope this helped, some. i know what it’s like to expect something super important.

  • When you get it your going to be like, what the hell? this tiny box? and then you cut it open, and it grows, and grows, and GROWS. It keeps expanding for hours. Its shocking how big it puffs out too.

    When we first got ours I was like what the hell? and in two hours I was like, HOLY SHIT ITS HUGE. heheheheh

  • Meggan says:

    Oh wow, thanks so much! The only issue with having them hold it (besides the fact that I have no idea where my center might be) is that it’s a 50lb box and I don’t have a car. I’d rather them deliver it to me than have to find a way to drag it home from somewhere.

    That said, I am going to try to call again and see if I can either speak to a human, or adjust the delivery time. Thanks again!

  • Meggan says:

    Heh, JR, you snuck in there before me.

  • Katy says:

    hehe, I like the ‘C.O.D – no cash accepted’ bit. C for cash, hehe.

    I hate people who spell my name wrong. grr

  • This makes me sad.

    I had figured you would have gotten it already and been basking in the poofy goodness that only a poof chair can provide.

    Listen up UPS, give my block rockin’ buddy Meggan the chair, or I’ll come up there and eat your brains.

    If I can find them.

    Later Meggan!

  • Elea says:

    So not only do they come at a bad time, but they add insult to injury by spelling your name wrong! GAH! That stinks.

    I agree with you, I hate having to talk to those automated machines. A lot of times you have to repeat yourself, because the thing will be like, “I’m sorry, I didn’t get that.” I preferred pressing buttons, damnit! =p

  • Paul says:

    I want to hear about the tuuuuurrrkey! I wanna hear about the TUURRRRRKEYYY!!!

    how’d your thanksgiving go? I know this is in a post from 3 days before said day but… I WANNNA HEAR ABOUT THE TUUUUURRRRRRKEY!


    p.s. I’m holding your BF hostage, and am demanding one pan full of home made cookies before I return him.