American By Blood
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So for the past week or so I've been waiting for AIM to work through their backlog of orders and send me 1,400 rounds of sweet South African 7.62 goodness. I've been checking my email like a fiend waiting for the shipping notification. The message arrived in my gmail account on Friday and it said that delivery was scheduled for 8/29/06. I couldn't wait.
At lunchtime today I went online and again checked the status of my package. I've been doing this almost compulsively since Friday. A mix of joy and worry filled me when I saw that the package had been delivered at 11:30am. Of course I wanted my ammo, but had they really left a full can and three more battlepacks of milsurp cartridges on my stoop? I mean, this is Baltimore for crying out loud.
Then I noticed that under "Location" the status report read "Office." Office? What "office?" I live in a house. Also, someone named "JMES" had signed for the shipment. Nobody was home at 11:30am and certainly no one named "JMES" or even "James." None of my neighbors fit the bill either. Definite red flag.
I called my girlfriend and told her that when she went home to feed the dogs there might be some heavy boxes on the stoop. A while later she left me a message saying that there were no such parcels. Uh oh. When I drove home a few hours later I checked with the neighbors and none of them had signed for or taken in any packages for me. Great. Just great.
Calls were placed to UPS and, surprise surprise, they have no idea where my ammo is. Their "best guess" is that the driver delivered it to the wrong location. O RLY? I hadn't already figured that one out, professor. Of course, the driver (a Teamster like the rest of the company) was already gone for the day and could be of no help. I'm skeptical that he'll be of any use, or even sober, tomorrow.
So much anger.
EDIT: For the sake of disclosure I should mention that I'm a FedEx employee. However, this has nothing to do with that. It speaks less to the quality of UPS as a company and more to the culture of carelessness and sloth that pervades Baltimore. Nothing works right here. Nothing.
At lunchtime today I went online and again checked the status of my package. I've been doing this almost compulsively since Friday. A mix of joy and worry filled me when I saw that the package had been delivered at 11:30am. Of course I wanted my ammo, but had they really left a full can and three more battlepacks of milsurp cartridges on my stoop? I mean, this is Baltimore for crying out loud.
Then I noticed that under "Location" the status report read "Office." Office? What "office?" I live in a house. Also, someone named "JMES" had signed for the shipment. Nobody was home at 11:30am and certainly no one named "JMES" or even "James." None of my neighbors fit the bill either. Definite red flag.
I called my girlfriend and told her that when she went home to feed the dogs there might be some heavy boxes on the stoop. A while later she left me a message saying that there were no such parcels. Uh oh. When I drove home a few hours later I checked with the neighbors and none of them had signed for or taken in any packages for me. Great. Just great.
Calls were placed to UPS and, surprise surprise, they have no idea where my ammo is. Their "best guess" is that the driver delivered it to the wrong location. O RLY? I hadn't already figured that one out, professor. Of course, the driver (a Teamster like the rest of the company) was already gone for the day and could be of no help. I'm skeptical that he'll be of any use, or even sober, tomorrow.
So much anger.
EDIT: For the sake of disclosure I should mention that I'm a FedEx employee. However, this has nothing to do with that. It speaks less to the quality of UPS as a company and more to the culture of carelessness and sloth that pervades Baltimore. Nothing works right here. Nothing.