Today we were heading out to lunch. Our office manager had opted to stay behind because there was a package being delivered that we had been "missing" whenever the postal person was delivering.
As we were leaving we hear a man yelling "hey, hey you ladies...don't leave" and we realized that we were being flagged down by the mailman. He was yelling from a block away "hey don't leave...i got a delivery for you" so we waited.
He's got a dolly with three boxes on it. The top one belongs to us. He commences bitching about how many times this thing was attempted to be delivered, and how every time they come we aren't there. My friend said "if you always come at lunchtime, well, we AREN'T there." Guy then starts complaining about the other "poor kid" who has been attempting delivery to our place of business on SATURDAY. We work in building with lawyers. There aren't usually people working on Saturday in the office. I told the postman that perhaps we need to make sure that people use UPS when they send us things as they don't deliver on Saturday and we wouldn't have to worry about missing deliveries (or listening to the guy who gets fricking paid to deliver this stuff complain about the packages he has to deliver). Add to that the fact that Mr. Postman then tries to give us a package for another building on our street. "well youse guys are all the same company right?" Ummmm, no. In fact in our building alone there are a non-profit, a bio-technical firm, lawyers, and a sorority. And the ppl in the other building aren't the same ppl....the company who manages the buildings are the same. But that's like delivering your mail to your aunt sue's brother in law....makes no sense.
O well. Dude was also wearing a pair of what appeared to be disposable sunglasses...tres chic!
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