It never fails. Big, important package is on its way, and you notice that the delivery date coincides with the end of the world via burial in 10" high mounds of brain chiggers. So, you change the delivery to "hold for pickup," and arrange to brave TEOTWAWKI to relieve them of the burden of walking, chewing gum, and reading your address off the building all at the same time. My, aren't you just the considerate one? Lastly, I check to make sure that the package is there, which it has been since 0612, and that the hold has taken, which it has, and try to get UPS to confirm that someone is there. They can't, or won't, and just keep on giving me the posted hours of operation.
Off we go.
Nobody is out on the roads, save crazy-ass plow drivers, resolute souls in capable 4WD vehicles, and state police rescuing idiot libtards in cuckmobile Prii.
We pull in, Vehicles are in employee parking. Good sign. The lights inside are on. Better Sign. But the doors are locked. Bad sign. Very bad sign. Here we go. Apparently, the counter monkeys have been told first thing, after showing up at 8 AM, to go home, because they won't be doing a lick of business today. This is confirmed by the plow operators who are clearing the lot: "Yeah, they were here, but they got told to go home." Tell that to the three pissed-off 4WD drivers in front of the place.
And then customer service, with a far-off accent and a fuck-you attitude, tells me that only the shipper can undo a hold for pickup, and that I'll have to come back tomorrow to try again. The recipient can institute a hold for pickup, but only the shipper can undo.it. Fuck me running.
Off we go.
Nobody is out on the roads, save crazy-ass plow drivers, resolute souls in capable 4WD vehicles, and state police rescuing idiot libtards in cuckmobile Prii.
We pull in, Vehicles are in employee parking. Good sign. The lights inside are on. Better Sign. But the doors are locked. Bad sign. Very bad sign. Here we go. Apparently, the counter monkeys have been told first thing, after showing up at 8 AM, to go home, because they won't be doing a lick of business today. This is confirmed by the plow operators who are clearing the lot: "Yeah, they were here, but they got told to go home." Tell that to the three pissed-off 4WD drivers in front of the place.
And then customer service, with a far-off accent and a fuck-you attitude, tells me that only the shipper can undo a hold for pickup, and that I'll have to come back tomorrow to try again. The recipient can institute a hold for pickup, but only the shipper can undo.it. Fuck me running.
