In A Vicious Elliptical Cycle

, , , , | Working | March 26, 2020

(We’ve purchased an elliptical exercise machine to replace an old broken one. I am at the point in life where “delivery and setup,” even with a service charge, is a nice thing. The salesman pulls me aside.)

Salesman: “Uh, we’ve had some problems with this company. Expect a call from them within 24 hours to schedule a time. After that, they will call the day before delivery and cancel, typically rescheduling the delivery for the following week.”

Me: “Uh, okay.”

(I work from home, so while annoying, this isn’t inconvenient. Also, the neighborhood I live in is fairly new, with several houses still under construction. The back-and-forth between myself and the delivery company plays out pretty much like the salesman said, except I get a call on the rescheduled delivery day:)

Delivery Company: “We’re really backed up, so we’ve outsourced your delivery and setup to another company. They should be there today.”

Me: “Okay, thanks.”

(They show up as expected and do a great job setting up the new elliptical.)

Me: “Thanks, guys. Uh… how much to haul off the old elliptical?”

Delivery Guy: “Does it still work?”

Me: “No, the bearings are shot.”

Delivery Guy: “$20 okay?”

Me: “Sure!”

(I gave them $20 plus a nice tip. They hauled off the old elliptical and I was happy… until the next day, when I saw my old elliptical peeking out the top of a construction dumpster one street over.)

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When They Say Early Morning Delivery, They MEAN It

, , , | Working | March 26, 2020

(I worked the third shift at an injection molding factory. I ran the only CNC machine there which was hidden two buildings away from everyone else. The buildings there connected roll-up doors big enough for a forklift to drive through. So, imagine being the only person in a pole barn full of boxes. My machine made the only noise and it wasn’t very loud, so it was very quiet all night — creepy quiet. My manager would literally forget I was even there until I handed in my paperwork at the end of the shift when she would look at me and say, “Wait, you were here?!” During one night, while I am in my creepy corner plugging away at the parts order, I get the feeling that I am being watched. I look up from my machine and in the tiny window, I see a man staring at me from the pitch-black night. I about have a heart attack. As I am recovering from fright, he starts gesturing for me to let him in the man-door next to my machine, which I bolted shut, thank freaking God. I shake my head no and gesture for him to go to the far entrance where there are people in case he tries to kidnap me. Once we get over to the door, I open it and the following conversation takes place.)

Me: “Can I help you?”

Stranger: “Yeah, I got a delivery and nobody is in the office.”

Me: “Yeah, it’s 1:00 am; nobody is going to be here. Why didn’t you come in through the delivery side? It’s lit up, has the material handler there, and says, ‘DELIVERY.’”

Stranger: “But this lot has the main office.”

Me: “But there’s no dock for a semi, the office is pitch black, and the parking lot doesn’t even have light.”

Stranger: “But it’s the main office.”

Me: *sigh* “Wait here while I get the manager.”

(She convinced him to go to the actual semi dock to drop off the plastic. I still can’t understand why he would choose to pull into the pitch-black lot with no semi dock over the brightly-lit lot with a semi dock and a large sign that says, “DELIVERY.” He literally drove right past it.)

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Stand And Deliver (And Install)

, , , | Working | March 19, 2020

(I have to buy a new TV — a 55″ — from a popular electronics store. It is going on top of an electric fireplace with a pretty mantle that I have just gotten and put together. I make sure to have it ready before the TV is delivered so that the delivery guys can put it on. When they arrive, they come in with the big box and proceed to leave it on the floor before starting back towards the door.)

Me: “Wait, aren’t you guys going to unpack it and put it up for me?”

Delivery Guys: “Sorry, but we don’t do that unless it’s requested when you order it.”

(I had not selected the option to have it set it up for an extra fee, assuming that by “set up,” that means plugging it in, programming it, etc. All I need, and expected, is to have the TV unboxed and put where I want it. It has been seven years since I bought my last TV from this same store, and that time, it was a given that they would do that.)

Me: “I wasn’t expecting you to actually hook everything up and set up the WiFi or anything, but I thought you would at least put it where I wanted it. I’m 4’11” and live alone, and there’s no way I can get that TV up there by myself!”

(The delivery guys apologize again and say that they’re only to bring it in, and I begrudgingly thank them as they leave. I turn to the box and wonder how exactly I’m going to get that up on my mantle. Then, the doorbell rings, and I open it to find that the delivery guys are back.)

Delivery Guys: “We’ll put it up for you.”

(I let them back in, and they unboxed the TV, drilled the feet on — something else I’d have needed to do — and put it up on the mantle. I gratefully gave them $20, which they tried to refuse, and a couple of canned sodas for the road. They were very nice to come back and do that, because they certainly didn’t have to. Thanks, electronics store delivery guys!)

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Explain About The Wasabi Gingerly

, , , , | Right | March 17, 2020

(A lady orders a bunch of sushi, among Chinese items, for delivery. The amount of sushi she orders entitles her to three cups of wasabi and ginger; each cup is half wasabi, half ginger unless requested otherwise. After receiving her delivery, she calls back:)

Customer: “I only received one cup and want another one.”

Me: “It’s weird that you only got one cup because I know that you should have gotten more; it must have been a mistake when bagging the order. We will send one as soon as the driver who took your order comes back.”

Customer: “How much does the cup cost?”

Me: “They are 50¢, but I am not going to charge you since we didn’t send you the correct amount.”

Customer: “I’ll pay it. What will it be with the delivery charge included?”

(Surprised, I lower the delivery charge to $1. I’m not going to charge her the full standard amount for just a cup of wasabi/ginger, and since she willingly wants to pay it, I still charge something.)

Customer: “I will pay the total amount of $1.50.”

Me: “I apologize for the problems and I wish you a good night.”

(Throughout the entire call, our other driver is standing next to me. I explain briefly what happened and answer another call that is coming in before I walk to the kitchen to inform my boss. The original driver has just gotten back, so the other driver explains that I was on the phone placing the extra wasabi/ginger order and he has to go back; he is pissed. When my boss asks me about it, I tell her what happened.)

Me: “She never received the standard amount.”

Original Driver: “I saw someone from that house leave with some sushi; they must’ve taken one or two of the cups we gave them and the people who called back didn’t know.”

(He was no longer mad when I told him there was a delivery fee — but smaller — and that they were paying for the stuff. If you want to tell someone something, then make sure you tell the truth.)

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You Can Courier That Sexism Out Of Here

, , , , , , , | Working | March 12, 2020

(I go to an interview with a very well-known delivery company. I’m female; I have sent my resume with my female name on it. A guy greets me and leads me to an office. I tell him that I worked for a rival delivery company before and we’re chatting until he drops this bomb.)

Interviewer: “So, I’m not a sexist, but I haven’t hired females here before.”

Me: “Oh, really? Well, I’ve seen females working here before!”

Interviewer: “Yes… Well… I don’t hire them. But lately, I decided to. And they were better than our males!”

Me: “Is that so?”

Interviewer: “Yes, so, I figured that females can deliver packages, too!”

(I wanted to leave, but I stayed because I needed the money. But really, how sexist! And creepy — he kept winking unnecessarily at me. I told my family about it and the males didn’t believe me, and the females said I should’ve recorded it and sued. Alas, I didn’t, or else I’d be a millionaire! Only the Internet knows the truth.)

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