Return to Sender
May. 3rd, 2008 12:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tikistitchHere's how tiki spent her morning.
After a hectic week, we were anticipating the arrival of MORE STITCHIES FROM JAPAN. Since last we checked (about, oh, 5 seconds ago), the Stitchies had just been released from Customs in Japan, we bounded out of bed this morning and dialed up our tracking number on USPS.com....
RETURN TO SENDER!?!?!?!?
Somewhat frazzled, especially upon recalling that it is Golden Week in Japan, which means, at best, our package would voyage back across the Pacific only to sit out the next week or too whilst the Japanes PO takes and extended tea break, we called the automated USPS line. Despite our frantic squawks of "Real Human Being!" into their automated system, we were forwarded to, unfortunately, a postal worker. Who, thanks to many years of governmental assertiveness training, would only robotically repeat the latest information from the tracking site.
At length, we ventured out to our local post office, where we found the postal workers, to our shock, to be delightfully warm and helpful. The clerk who took on our case, however, was not optimistic about our chances of intercepting out goods before they headed back to Osaka. He contacted the post office near our airport, and finally was connected to a clerk who sounded like a soul twin of the fellow on the automated line. The conclusion from all parties however was the same, they would swear on the grave of their Great Aunt Sadie that our package was well and truly and inevitably off on an irreversible journey home to Asia.
Finally, our friend kindly asked us to wait a bit more whilst he tried our last chance, the Customs office in San Francisco. As we'd already been hanging around our post office a good half hour, we agreed to wait a few minutes more.
After a minute, he called our name. "The mail truck just arrived," he told us.
Our little Return to Sender.
And then he shrugged, and we shrugged, and we showed ID and signed the form. And came home with our package.
We'll have some stuffs up later, but it looks like we broke YouTube.
After a hectic week, we were anticipating the arrival of MORE STITCHIES FROM JAPAN. Since last we checked (about, oh, 5 seconds ago), the Stitchies had just been released from Customs in Japan, we bounded out of bed this morning and dialed up our tracking number on USPS.com....
RETURN TO SENDER!?!?!?!?
Somewhat frazzled, especially upon recalling that it is Golden Week in Japan, which means, at best, our package would voyage back across the Pacific only to sit out the next week or too whilst the Japanes PO takes and extended tea break, we called the automated USPS line. Despite our frantic squawks of "Real Human Being!" into their automated system, we were forwarded to, unfortunately, a postal worker. Who, thanks to many years of governmental assertiveness training, would only robotically repeat the latest information from the tracking site.
At length, we ventured out to our local post office, where we found the postal workers, to our shock, to be delightfully warm and helpful. The clerk who took on our case, however, was not optimistic about our chances of intercepting out goods before they headed back to Osaka. He contacted the post office near our airport, and finally was connected to a clerk who sounded like a soul twin of the fellow on the automated line. The conclusion from all parties however was the same, they would swear on the grave of their Great Aunt Sadie that our package was well and truly and inevitably off on an irreversible journey home to Asia.
Finally, our friend kindly asked us to wait a bit more whilst he tried our last chance, the Customs office in San Francisco. As we'd already been hanging around our post office a good half hour, we agreed to wait a few minutes more.
After a minute, he called our name. "The mail truck just arrived," he told us.
Our little Return to Sender.
And then he shrugged, and we shrugged, and we showed ID and signed the form. And came home with our package.
We'll have some stuffs up later, but it looks like we broke YouTube.
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Date: 2008-05-03 08:08 pm (UTC)I'm biased, of course, but our local postal workers are always really sweet about getting us our packages. Of course, ours is small enough so that we get a reputation for being crazy package people. Whee!
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Date: 2008-05-03 08:23 pm (UTC)So annoying to pay for tracking either by it's self or as part of the shipping and the site is not worth crap. Of course it's as good as the people who enter (or usually don't lately) the information.
Yay for your box showing up! Hum, is that Gundam Meister on the side?
Luckily Golden Week is just about done so if it had gone back there shouldn't have been a delay. But guess the Tiki Gods were smiling on you today!
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Date: 2008-05-03 08:26 pm (UTC)-§parky
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Date: 2008-05-04 03:44 am (UTC)eg http://pupe.jp/item/cDhGbUep4aJn/
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