and I'm sure my rants about it are getting tiresome...but ya know what? It's my blog and if ya don't like it, feel free to come back tomorrow...maybe I'll be done ranting by then.
Probably not, though. Tough luck for you, eh? ; )
Yesterday I stopped to pick up my mail, and *clapping hands excitedly* there were more prezzies for me, me, me! Honestly, I'm feeling really spoiled. Yes, K-Bear, my princess complex is being well-fed, heheh. Last night while Sweet Pea and I were out, she held up a shirt and told me I should get it.
"BITCH, formerly known as Princess."
Oh my, I wasn't sure whether to be insulted or to beam with pride. Have I raised that girl right, or what??? Yes, I say. The child wasn't afraid to show it to me...she knows what her Mom's made of. Stop snickering. I meant a great sense of humour!
Now, where was I? Ah, yes.Slamming Justifiably airing a grievance about Canada Post.
The very dear Sin, sending friendship in an envelope and wanting to rush it to me, spent the money for an URGENT parcel. $16.25 USD. Which is like...what? Two hundred bucks Canadian??? It took SEVEN days to arrive. That has me just torqued.
You may wonder, "Gosh, wherever did she send it from?" London? Paris? Moscow?
Nope.
Sydney? Zimbabwe? War-torn Afghanistan?
Nuh-uh.
North Carolina, USA.
13 FREAKIN' hours away from my door!!!!!!
OH, COME ON, people! AN ENTIRE WEEK? Isn't that known as...ummm....gee...REGULAR service??? It makes me wonder exactly how many Canada Post employees picked that thing up and said, "Meh, I don't feel like dealing with this today," before tossing it on the MAYBE TOMORROW pile.
ARRGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I hope they were having sex on the desk instead. Which, you know, I can understand is way more fun than doing your job and would at least justify the delay. I mean, let's face it. How many people faced with the choice of sex or work are gonna choose work? And guaranteed pay while doing it? Hey, there's a sure-fire recipe for multiple O's.
I swear, one of these days, I'm gonna follow through with this little experiment. I'm going to write a note next to the postage. "Please take your time. Whenever you get around to it. No hurry. Really. That's why I didn't spend extra. I wouldn't want you to rush."
They'd probably read it as foreplay.
Probably not, though. Tough luck for you, eh? ; )
Yesterday I stopped to pick up my mail, and *clapping hands excitedly* there were more prezzies for me, me, me! Honestly, I'm feeling really spoiled. Yes, K-Bear, my princess complex is being well-fed, heheh. Last night while Sweet Pea and I were out, she held up a shirt and told me I should get it.
"BITCH, formerly known as Princess."
Oh my, I wasn't sure whether to be insulted or to beam with pride. Have I raised that girl right, or what??? Yes, I say. The child wasn't afraid to show it to me...she knows what her Mom's made of. Stop snickering. I meant a great sense of humour!
Now, where was I? Ah, yes.
The very dear Sin, sending friendship in an envelope and wanting to rush it to me, spent the money for an URGENT parcel. $16.25 USD. Which is like...what? Two hundred bucks Canadian??? It took SEVEN days to arrive. That has me just torqued.
You may wonder, "Gosh, wherever did she send it from?" London? Paris? Moscow?
Nope.
Sydney? Zimbabwe? War-torn Afghanistan?
Nuh-uh.
North Carolina, USA.
13 FREAKIN' hours away from my door!!!!!!
OH, COME ON, people! AN ENTIRE WEEK? Isn't that known as...ummm....gee...REGULAR service??? It makes me wonder exactly how many Canada Post employees picked that thing up and said, "Meh, I don't feel like dealing with this today," before tossing it on the MAYBE TOMORROW pile.
ARRGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I hope they were having sex on the desk instead. Which, you know, I can understand is way more fun than doing your job and would at least justify the delay. I mean, let's face it. How many people faced with the choice of sex or work are gonna choose work? And guaranteed pay while doing it? Hey, there's a sure-fire recipe for multiple O's.
I swear, one of these days, I'm gonna follow through with this little experiment. I'm going to write a note next to the postage. "Please take your time. Whenever you get around to it. No hurry. Really. That's why I didn't spend extra. I wouldn't want you to rush."
They'd probably read it as foreplay.
2 comments:
Only you could take "ridiculously delayed mail" and come up with "sex on the desk" as the reason for it. LOL
I always used to marvel at how quickly mail made it between the US and Japan vs the US and Canada, especially considering that the latter share a continent. Go figure.
You did raise the kids well. Sense of humor is everything.
Prof
Perhaps you and DTF should do a She said, she said from either side of the border -- she has had phenomenally bad luck SENDING stuff to Canada ... it's just plain weird! It's almost as if (shhhhhhhhhhh) does Canada NOT want packages from south of the border???
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