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[graculus]

So, I drag myself to the other side of town to try and pick up my undelivered shredder from DHL's depot, only to discover that it's not there. It seems that the man-with-a-van subsidiary that also operates under their name is less than reliable - if stuff isn't delivered, it turns up at the depot 'eventually' (however long that is...) but apparently Friday afternoon to Monday afternoon isn't long enough.

Then the person I was dealing with made the mistake of trying to palm off her work on me. I can forgive incompetence, but laziness really vexes me.

DHL #1: so, you need to phone this number.
Me: No, I think what you meant to say was that you're going to phone that number and find out where my package is.
DHL #1: Oh.... [looks to DHL #2 for moral support]... We don't do that.
Me: I think it's a good idea, considering I've already been inconvenienced.
DHL #2: we need your phone number, so we can let you know what's going on.

Apparently the confounding customers dark side is not strong in DHL #1, though writing down phone numbers in a surly manner is. I must remind myself never to whine about Royal Mail again.

Meanwhile, over the weekend, I entertained myself by watching S.P.L, which is one of the more recent Hong Kong blockbusters. It's got Donnie Yen strutting about in it, which is always fine by me, while Sammo Hung delivers a tour de force performance as the villain. Bad things happen to 95% of the cast and the body count is as high as you expect from a Hong Kong movie. However, I couldn't help thinking about the way the characters all stood around in a couple of scenes, resembling nothing more than the actors from Blackadder the Third - legs apart, genitals thrust out (and in Donnie Yen's case, hands on hips).

This theme was then continued when I followed that movie up with Royal Tramp, a Stephen Chow movie which is pretty much a set of penis jokes disguised as a storyline. Not that this is a bad thing. ;)

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[rhade-rad.livejournal.com]

My favourite encounter was with Securicor, who required me to fax them an alternative address for delivery of books from Amazon. I told them to forget it ... why is a fax more secure than me ringing them on the number left by their delivery man who couldn't get through our security gate? I told them to send everything back and told Amazon that when their site says "Royal Mail" I expect them to use Royal Mail.

It's also the "we only work 9-5" that gets me. And the fact that they have to write using RM when they can't deliver because they don't start work early enough to get through the gate on the tradesmans button *g*.

[graculus.livejournal.com]

Frankly, the only time I have problems with Amazon deliveries is when it's not Royal Mail - I wish they had some kind of box you could tick to say you didn't want alternatives!

I was absolutely stunned to discover that DHL's depot closes at 11.30am on a Saturday - I don't know why they bother since (as I was told this morning) they don't do deliveries on a Saturday anyway. Useless fuckers.