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OK, so.
Apparently, UPS absolutely refuses to deliver before 5:00 pm, which is ironically the middle of my normal shift, so I asked the customer service robot to hold the package. She responded very robotly that "your package is being held. A customer service representitive will contact you within the hour." Two goddamn days later, no UPS person has called, so I call the robot again. My package is being held at the Customer Service Center, she enigmatically informs me, absolutely refusing to give me an address in her coy robot fashion. It takes about ten minutes of shouting and saying nonsense words before the robot finally admits defeat and connects me to an actual person, a wage slave who tells me repeatedly that yes, my package is actually in Utah.
I'm finally able to milk an address from his utter apathy, and since St. George is laid out in the most god-awful ridiculous way, it takes me half an hour to find the place...to discover they don't open til noon.
I sit now in the cluttered UPS parking lot, awaiting my prize. It's five minutes til go time and I have yet to see a single human soul, much less a UPS employee.
Damn you, UPS. Damn you to hell.
Apparently, UPS absolutely refuses to deliver before 5:00 pm, which is ironically the middle of my normal shift, so I asked the customer service robot to hold the package. She responded very robotly that "your package is being held. A customer service representitive will contact you within the hour." Two goddamn days later, no UPS person has called, so I call the robot again. My package is being held at the Customer Service Center, she enigmatically informs me, absolutely refusing to give me an address in her coy robot fashion. It takes about ten minutes of shouting and saying nonsense words before the robot finally admits defeat and connects me to an actual person, a wage slave who tells me repeatedly that yes, my package is actually in Utah.
I'm finally able to milk an address from his utter apathy, and since St. George is laid out in the most god-awful ridiculous way, it takes me half an hour to find the place...to discover they don't open til noon.
I sit now in the cluttered UPS parking lot, awaiting my prize. It's five minutes til go time and I have yet to see a single human soul, much less a UPS employee.
Damn you, UPS. Damn you to hell.