Postal services? Not so much…

I’m so angry.

This year my family and I have decided not to celebrate Christmas at all. Long story. Only one person outside the family ever gives me Christmas presents and this year too, he had sent me a gift from Amazon.

We recently moved and the post office (not really a post office these days, just a shop, but anyway…) is so far away from were we actually live. It would take me at least half a day to get there and back and sometimes a lot more. So I found out that there’s a way to get stuff sent out to your house. They said they’d send my package the following day so since I wouldn’t be home, I asked my sister to keep an eye and an ear out and open when the mailman knocked on the door. She did sit next to the window on Friday and Monday and no one came.

On Friday evening, until the postal services closed, I was on the phone trying to find out what went wrong, and they were giving me the runaround and eventually hung up on me. Then tonight I find that these morons sent the package back to Amazon, because they couldn’t deliver it.

Why not? How could they not deliver it? My sister was there. No one came to the house. It won’t fit in our mailbox so they couldn’t even have tried to do that, unless they’re even more stupid than I thought they were.

They say our address is incomplete. Really? We can find it alright on the yellow pages online. The trouble is, and this is the postal services’ own fault, that we have an address that is quite similar to another address very close by. Not our fault. So did those morons try to deliver it to the neighbour? Did they just lie and got rid of my package?

This is usually a very nice place. I love it here. Compared to where we lived before, this is heaven. People are very nice. Usually. But clearly not the post office people.

Get to know me tag: twenty-one questions!

Since my sister did this, I thought I would too.

 1. Are you named after anyone?

 I think I’m named after a princess.

 2. When was the last time you cried?

 Last night.

 3. Do you have kids? Not yet.

 4. If you were another person, would you be a friend of yourself? Probably lol, I get along best with crazy people ;).

 5. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

 Sometimes.

 6. Will you ever bungee-jump?

 Absolutely not.

 7. What’s your favorite cereal?

 I never eat that.

 8. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

 The eyes.

 9. What is your eye colour?

 Blue.

 10. Scary movie or happy endings?

 If I have to choose, happy endings, but I like some scary movies.

 11. Favorite smells?

 Chocolate, chocolate and chocolate, it was plural, right? 😉 The smell of homemade bread is wonderful too :)

 12. Summer or winter? Summer.

 13. Computer or television? I want to say both, but I know the computer wins every time.

 14. What’s the furthest you’ve ever been from home? Prague, I think.

 15. Do you have any special talents? I know I’m quite handy with the graphical programs and am able to make beautiful pics.

16. Where were you born? Outside Gothenburg.

 17. What are your hobbies? Reading, writing, and graphics and of course spending time with my family including the four-legged ones, see below.

 18. Do you have any pets? Yes, dog and cat.

 19. Favorite movie? Gilda.

 20. Do you have any siblings? Yes, a sister, who is also my best friend.

 21. What do you want to be when you grow up? Well, even if I tried to, I don’t think I’ll succeed – in growing up I mean, but I already am someone, I don’t need to grow up to be that. I’m a writer, publisher and archivist and I’m happy with that.

A story from my childhood

When I was a child and my sister was going to start school, she got a school bag which was red and very pretty. I was really envious. I wanted one just the same. Even though I wasn’t starting school that year, my parents bought one for me too. It was blue, not red, but to me it was just as pretty.

Then finally, when it was time for my first day in school, I was very proud of my lovely blue bag. Time had gone by and the pretty blue bag wasn’t ‘trendy’ anymore. My classmates noticed and started teasing me for having such an unfashionable bag.

If this had happened when I was a little older or something similar had happened today, I would have been sad, but tried not to let on. Back then though, life hadn’t hurt me as it has now, so I replied, quite calmly:

“You don’t like my bag? I do.”

My mean classmates lost their stride and never mentioned my bag again. I loved it just as much even though my classmates probably didn’t. Probably, I say. I’m guessing they didn’t care about the bag. They probably just wanted to be mean, but that didn’t work.

I’m seeing a connection between this little story and the so called ‘funny’ stories about Apple products, hinting that Apple users are idiots. So I say, just like I did then:

“You don’t like my pretty new iPhone 6+? I do.”