Mini-Rant: Package For You!
I honestly don’t know what percentage of the population have this problem, but it seems to have followed me across several addresses over the last decade or so.
It seems, no matter where I live, everyone that delivers packages and parcels for a living simply cannot find my house.
Whether it’s Parcel Force, Fed-Ex, CityLink – other couriers are available, although none of them will be able to find you – take-away food delivery, supermarket shopping delivery services, even taxis (and we all know what I think about those tossers) … they always end up phoning me from some random road in the area asking for directions.
Now, I don’t necessarily have a problem with that. I’ve actually become quite good at directing delivery-people to the house – years of practise – but what really gets to me is the self righteous, indignant way in which these people address me! Like it’s MY fault they can’t find the house. Like it’s MY fault the house was built in that spot however many years ago!
Well, pardon me for pointing this out, but YOUR JOB … YOUR ONLY FUNCTION IN YOUR WORKING LIFE … is to Find People’s Houses.
That’s it! Find The House!
Gotta be the easiest job in the world! And with the fairly recent addition of Satellite Navigation to the dashboard of every one of these people’s vehicles over the past few years, you’d THINK it’s gotten a damn sight easier!
Well, apparently not.
Apparently, it’s now MY job to get the delivery to my door.
I wonder if this indignant attitude is shared by other professional people who are incapable of carrying out their basic function in the workplace …
Are there surgeons that complain to their patients that THEY should have CLEARLY marked the location of their appendix and ideally made the first incision themselves before the surgeon arrived?! After all, it’s technically only the surgeon’s job to REMOVE the offending object!
No! You have a job to do! Fucking DO IT.
Don’t be calling me with that arsey tone in your voice and expect me to accept that it’s my own fault you can’t find me because I live on such an “obscure” road! If you don’t know the roads in the area, why the hell have you chosen a job in which delivering things to houses on those very roads is your only responsibility?
You need to find a job more fitting to a person of your mental capacity … like, I dunno … X-Factor judge?
No.
Traffic Warden.
You worthless fucking retard.
MisterShouty 