Omg, flashbacks. I moved to an apartment for a few months with some other furries, and of course I started getting packages delivered as I needed stuff. For some fucking reason, the driver (maybe the depot manager) for this zone would mark shit as delivered as soon as it got to the depot, instead of when it was actually delivered to me. The first time I was like ‘shit, they delivered it to the wrong place’. Couple days later, someone finds it just sitting in the hallway. Alright, wtf. Then it happens again and I got suspicious, like is someone accepting our mail maliciously? But the other people on our floor were pretty chill, so I asked the front desk, but they said they don’t accept packages, it’s supposed to be delivered to our door.
By the fourth time, I’d got a timeframe together and it was always delivered two days after the package was scanned as delivered. The door was never knocked or rung either. This was stressful for me since I was newly disabled and slowly drowning financially, so the loss of packages while trying to get out on my own - buying a bed frame and matress, household supplies, etc - meant I was planning to skip meals (I was already at one per day as it is) and potentially use a line of credit to be able to buy them again. Which is bad when your income is static and laughably low already, and panic due to stress after a stroke isn’t a good situation…
That delivery driver/depot manager is a fucking asshole.
Failed delivery attempt - no one home. Your package can be picked up from our facility the next business day after 12PM.
Omg, flashbacks. I moved to an apartment for a few months with some other furries, and of course I started getting packages delivered as I needed stuff. For some fucking reason, the driver (maybe the depot manager) for this zone would mark shit as delivered as soon as it got to the depot, instead of when it was actually delivered to me. The first time I was like ‘shit, they delivered it to the wrong place’. Couple days later, someone finds it just sitting in the hallway. Alright, wtf. Then it happens again and I got suspicious, like is someone accepting our mail maliciously? But the other people on our floor were pretty chill, so I asked the front desk, but they said they don’t accept packages, it’s supposed to be delivered to our door.
By the fourth time, I’d got a timeframe together and it was always delivered two days after the package was scanned as delivered. The door was never knocked or rung either. This was stressful for me since I was newly disabled and slowly drowning financially, so the loss of packages while trying to get out on my own - buying a bed frame and matress, household supplies, etc - meant I was planning to skip meals (I was already at one per day as it is) and potentially use a line of credit to be able to buy them again. Which is bad when your income is static and laughably low already, and panic due to stress after a stroke isn’t a good situation…
That delivery driver/depot manager is a fucking asshole.
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This every damn time.