Someone yesterday sent me a parcel express from Melbourne, heres the story so far:
It gets sent from a post office in Melbourne around lunch time.
Last night it flew into the state around 2.30am (I hear the freight plane most nights).
It gets scanned at the Launceston Mail Centre this morning.
Loaded into a truck to be delivered to my place.
Where abouts now unknown!
What the fuck!
In the last 6 months I've had 1 parcel go missing and 2 express post parcels been returned to sender for no reason.
What are these clowns doing?
I only know it arrived in Launceston after I rang Australia Post about 5.30pm to track the parcel with my tracking code, which then the lady told me she can't do shit because the Launceston mail centre was closed and to call back in the morning.
What happened to them having to leave a card in your mailbox if you weren’t home and leaving your parcel at the local post office? I don't know how often I come home to my letterbox wide open and overflowing while it’s raining.
This has made me so fucking mad, as well as this Radio Rentals are fucking me around but that’s a story for another day.
On a brighter note, got the new Norma Jean album today.
It gets sent from a post office in Melbourne around lunch time.
Last night it flew into the state around 2.30am (I hear the freight plane most nights).
It gets scanned at the Launceston Mail Centre this morning.
Loaded into a truck to be delivered to my place.
Where abouts now unknown!
What the fuck!
In the last 6 months I've had 1 parcel go missing and 2 express post parcels been returned to sender for no reason.
What are these clowns doing?
I only know it arrived in Launceston after I rang Australia Post about 5.30pm to track the parcel with my tracking code, which then the lady told me she can't do shit because the Launceston mail centre was closed and to call back in the morning.
What happened to them having to leave a card in your mailbox if you weren’t home and leaving your parcel at the local post office? I don't know how often I come home to my letterbox wide open and overflowing while it’s raining.
This has made me so fucking mad, as well as this Radio Rentals are fucking me around but that’s a story for another day.
On a brighter note, got the new Norma Jean album today.
It's goes alright; they have stepped away from their traditional southern noise sound it seems.
here's a quote I read in the current issue of Rolling Stone from a German philosopher named Friedrich Nietzsche, I like it a lot.
"You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain."
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