Posted August 4, 2011on:
is it the chicken vs. egg thing? As in, because you lay off tons of people and downsize to cut costs, hence you become increasingly incompetent, or is it because you were incompetent to begin with, hence your business fail and now you have to lay people off and down size? Either way, I want my goddamn box of stuffs soon. Really really soon. Cuz I paid a pretty penny for it, with tracking and delivery confirmation and all, but what did you do? First you left a note on Monday saying “come to the post office and pick it up.” What? Someone got lazy and didn’t want to bring it to our doorstep? OK, I know it’s heavy, fine, I’ll pick it up. Except you wasted my fucking gas, time, and caused me to pollute the environment while you sent me on a wild goose chase. What is it now? Both Albany facility and Berkeley sorting facility, at upper management level, no one has a fucking clue where the box could be? You’ve got to be shitting me. It’s a big honking box full of stuffs, not a needle. Where’s my stuff now? The mail man goes, “oh, well, it wasn’t me on that day, cuz I usually just put it by your door anyway, signature or no signature.” At least I know not to use USPS from now on for confidential important stuffs, if the mailman does his work like that. So, who’s the guy with my box on August 1st and the mysterious note? Can we talk?