THIS IS WHY I CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS.
I'm so pissed off right now. Last week I bought a shirt from Threadless during their $9 sale. Tonight I come back home from watching Project Runway with Jenn and I decide to take the stairs up to my apt instead of waiting for the elevator. I discover a package laying in the stairwell, from Threadless, with my name on the shipping label--ripped open, shirt gone. SOMEONE STOLE MY FUCKING SHIRT.
I wondered why it hadn't been put safely in my mailbox (it would easily fit), but it turned out it had been shipped by UPS, not the postal service. I went online to check the tracking, and indeed it had been delivered to my apt. I had been home all day, except from about 5:30-6:30, and just my luck it was during that time that according to UPS my package was delivered. They just left it in front of my door, which, WHAT THE FUCK? Who does that in New York? Why didn't they do like always and leave one of those "Sorry we missed you" stickies and attempt delivery again tomorrow? But instead they left it by my door, I never knew it was there, and some asshole fucking helped themselves to it.
Who would steal a size medium girls' Threadless shirt? I can't see any of my nearby neighbors wearing it. I'm not gonna lie, my suspicions immediately jumped to the young pothead who lives across the hall from me--he himself has been nice to me lately, but he has these asshat friends who come over constantly and love to be obnoxious, trash up the place, and have made racist remarks towards me in the past. They're sketchy enough to do something like that. I still don't know to what purpose, but I wouldn't put it past them. Or maybe I have another neighbor who secretly hates me for no reason. Or, it could be some completely random person. Or the UPS guy himself. Who the fuck knows. It's NYC, can't trust anybody.
Ugh, I'm just so furious. I'm fucking unemployed, I don't have money to buy another shirt, especially now that the sale's over. I don't deserve this. Seriously, who does that? Who the fuck goes around stealing things from other people's packages? I'm going to call UPS in the morning to chew them out over leaving it at my door. I already know it won't accomplish anything, but I feel the need to take my rage out on somebody.
This is just one of many things that lately is making me so tired of living in this city. It's not worth the bullshit anymore. I love my friends so much, but at this point if I got a job offer in another city right now, I'd be like, PEACE OUT. I want to be able to afford to have my own place in a nice neighborhood, or in a nice building with a doorman to take my packages and keep shady people out, and here you can't do that unless you (a)have a large income or (b)want to live a 1-2 hour commute from midtown. I'm so over it.
Project Runway was good though. That useless drama queen needed to GTFO. Even Tim Gunn was practically like, don't let the door hit ya on the way out.
I wondered why it hadn't been put safely in my mailbox (it would easily fit), but it turned out it had been shipped by UPS, not the postal service. I went online to check the tracking, and indeed it had been delivered to my apt. I had been home all day, except from about 5:30-6:30, and just my luck it was during that time that according to UPS my package was delivered. They just left it in front of my door, which, WHAT THE FUCK? Who does that in New York? Why didn't they do like always and leave one of those "Sorry we missed you" stickies and attempt delivery again tomorrow? But instead they left it by my door, I never knew it was there, and some asshole fucking helped themselves to it.
Who would steal a size medium girls' Threadless shirt? I can't see any of my nearby neighbors wearing it. I'm not gonna lie, my suspicions immediately jumped to the young pothead who lives across the hall from me--he himself has been nice to me lately, but he has these asshat friends who come over constantly and love to be obnoxious, trash up the place, and have made racist remarks towards me in the past. They're sketchy enough to do something like that. I still don't know to what purpose, but I wouldn't put it past them. Or maybe I have another neighbor who secretly hates me for no reason. Or, it could be some completely random person. Or the UPS guy himself. Who the fuck knows. It's NYC, can't trust anybody.
Ugh, I'm just so furious. I'm fucking unemployed, I don't have money to buy another shirt, especially now that the sale's over. I don't deserve this. Seriously, who does that? Who the fuck goes around stealing things from other people's packages? I'm going to call UPS in the morning to chew them out over leaving it at my door. I already know it won't accomplish anything, but I feel the need to take my rage out on somebody.
This is just one of many things that lately is making me so tired of living in this city. It's not worth the bullshit anymore. I love my friends so much, but at this point if I got a job offer in another city right now, I'd be like, PEACE OUT. I want to be able to afford to have my own place in a nice neighborhood, or in a nice building with a doorman to take my packages and keep shady people out, and here you can't do that unless you (a)have a large income or (b)want to live a 1-2 hour commute from midtown. I'm so over it.
Project Runway was good though. That useless drama queen needed to GTFO. Even Tim Gunn was practically like, don't let the door hit ya on the way out.