Saturday, September 19, 2009

4 reasons...

there are 4 reasons as to why i was p*ssed off the other day. let me run through them for you. it's a long story but i think you cats will enjoy...

reason number one: the doorman.

i call up 6721 to drop at 900 north lake shore from the mart. not a big deal by any means. it's towards the end of the day so he asks if he could go home after he cleans up. it's kinda slow so i don't have a problem with it...this time...ha! anyway...6721 gets to the drop and is having trouble. the doorman checks the name on the package with the names in his book book doesn't see a match. i call up the lady who it's for but she assures me that she does live there and has for quite some time...she's reason number 2 but i'll get to that in a minute. well...6721 goes back in and says the suite number and a different name but still...no dice. the name is not in the book...

6721...you know whats funny? he said that there used to be a lady by that name in that same exact suite but she's not in the book anymore.

...i get it. the doorman is a d*ck! he sticks to the rules. if the name isn't in the book then she doesn't exist. he knows who the person is but because someone forgot to put her name down he refuses to sign.

reason number two: the lady.

as you know, i called the lady for more info. she promised that she does live there but upon hearing that the doorman refuses to acknowledge that she doesn't...i had to call her back...

j.dot...hello, it's julio again. listen, the doorman is stating you do not exist. he said you are not in his book and he does not want to sign for the package. are you home or is there anyone else we can contact?

lady...are you serious. i don't know what the problem is...let me speak with the doorman.

j.dot...ma'am, i speak to my messenger via radio and he's communicating with the doorman. the doorman stated that you used to live there but not anymore. apparently he does everything by the book and if your name isn't in it then you don't exist.

lady...i don't have time for this. i have meetings to get to. i don't see what the problem is. you're not doing your job. what is your problem?! i have 4 packages a day delivered to me constantly.

j.dot...ma'am, i don't doubt that you do but the doorman is apparently the one with the problem. according to him you don't exist...

lady...just do your job! fix it!

...at this point i told her that i would call the client who set the order up and proceed to hang up. what i really wanted to say was...F*CK YOU!! well...that, along with alot more. i called the messenger up...which brings me to my next reason...

reason number three: the biker.

i called up the biker and told him that the client who set the order up would like the package to come back to them. i explained to them everything that happened and they apologized for the crazy lady and asked if we could bring the package back to them. see...it was the messengers last package of the day so the last thing he wanted to do was make it a round trip. he thought he was headed home...

6721...oh-man. are you serious? wait...give me a second. let me see what i can do.

j.dot...what?

some time goes by and then he calls me back only to let me know that he managed to get a signature. WTF?!?! are you f*cking kidding me?!?! you mean to tell me i just got yelled at for no f*cking reason?! i was very, very, very angry. why the f*ck couldn't he get a signature to begin with? why did he have to wait until i told him that it had to go back that he was able to figure out how to get a signature for the f*cking thing?! soooooo...messengers CAN get signatures when it suits them but not me? anyway...his reason leads me into reason number 4...

reason number four: me.

im angry at myself...why? cause i knew that building had a f*cking receiving area. why the f*ck didn't i tell him to deliver there from the beginning. see...it's been a while since i've been out there so i completely forgot there was one until 6721 called me...

6721...i took it to the receiving area. as i walked out i told the doorman to make sure he tells the lady that i'll be back there. he said..."don't worry...they'll put it in her mailbox".

...wait, what?! all of a sudden the doorman knows who the lady is?! i give up. i cussed for the rest of my shift and am still kind hot about the whole thing. the doorman for being a d*ck. the lady for being a b*tch. the biker for getting a signature only when it suited him and getting me a good tongue lashing. last, but not least, myself...i should have known better than to trust that the messenger field would ever be sane...peace.

2 comments:

Kyle said...

god i hate that god damn job so much. julio why must you remind me of it so often!! WHYYY!!!!!

j.dot said...

ha! just trying to give the public a glimpse into the glamorous field...peace.