suzyj said:<vent>
So I bought a frame on ebay. The seller sends it via courier (fastway
couriers) on the 18th July. All well and good, as I had a couple of
weeks off work to watch le tour and was home the whole time.
On the 24th, I was getting a little concerned, as it hadn't shown up.
Send a message to sender. No response.
Repeat the message on the 27th, with a note that I'll report to ebay as
item not received on monday (31st). Still no response on 31st, so click
the "item not received" link on ebay.
Sender finally deigns to respond, and gives me a tracking number. I
call courier company, and they claim they tried to deliver on the 20th
(I was definately here the whole day), and left a note (what note?).
Hmmmm...
They say they'll deliver today, so I take today off. Still nothing.
Ring them up and they claim they have no record of a request to
redeliver, and give me the drivers mobile number. I call him, and he
says it's gone back to Melbourne. At this point panic sets in.
Another call to the company, and now they say they've actually got it
in the depot, and they'll deliver it tomorrow. They refuse to deliver
it to my work, so I've got to waste _another_ day waiting for it.
I am _so_ [censored]. What a bunch of fsking amateurs. Assuming they
actually do deliver the bloody thing tomorrow, I'll have wasted two
days waiting for it.
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suzyj
I thought you made your own? I thought everything else but hand-made
steel was just so much dross? What do you want to buy one for?
Reading below, hark at all the spoilt white-collar
take-a-day-off-work-to-wait-for-my-latest-consumer-durable gear
weenies! I mean, really, guys.
Courier companies are utilising all the otherwise unemployable of our
society, the long-haired, smelly, unwashed, undermotivated, mentally
under-resourced worker drones that our reflexively consumptive society
deems that it needs to engage to satisfy our increasingly rapacious
product-oriented whims.
I know, I used to be one. But only on a bicycle, admittedly, and only
for a short time. But I know a few, talk to a few at work, see a few
regularly as they deliver, and most never really look happy, or on top
of it, or as if they have many choices in their lives, or joy in what
they do. Which I suppose we, as gear weenies one and all, pretend that
we do, and use our freedom and choice and disposable income to buy more
stuff to prove it.
How about "Oh well, it's just a new widget, I won't die if I don't get
it this week, and the delivery guy was probably on a really tight
schedule, working 10 hour shifts, having lifted boxes of 3rd year
medical textbooks all day, and driven through oceans of crappy traffic
as well, and he's not really that bright, and probably missed his
motivational cone/medication/back massage this morning, and just wants
to get home and see his kids. C'est la vie"
One day, all this shuttling of stuff via the web and couriers will be a
thing of the past, and we'll all be in our little self-sufficient
utopic village communities, beating new chainrings out of napalm bomb
casings, and wondering "Whatever did I see in Campagnolo Record carbon
ErgoLevers, they don't help me fetch the milk from the dairy like my
trusty NeoSocialist WorkBike Mk II does, it was all mere frippery and
empty craving."
Until then, I will be the first and greatest of all the bicycle
hypocrites.
MH