The Ultimate Dilemma
If a judge gave me an option to a prison sentence: 30 days of hard prison time in a bacteria-infested, smelly 4×4 cell or 30 days of dealing with American customer service reps over the phone, I would seriously consider asking if I could at least have 3 meals a day in the cell and move in. Dealing with customer service has become my absolute greatest pet peeve in the world.
A Recent Ordeal with F-UPS
My frustration reached new heights yesterday, courtesy of UPS, which I have aptly renamed F-UPS for its consistent ability to mess things up. I was expecting an important package from NY, but the sender forgot to include my unit number. It was supposed to arrive last Friday, but without the unit number, F-UPS declined to deliver and rescheduled for Monday. Despite confirming the unit number with them, the ordeal was nothing short of a nightmare.
The Waiting Game
After the entire weekend of waiting, the package that was supposed to be delivered by noon on Monday never showed up. Calling F-UPS only added to my frustration, as they claimed the driver had attempted delivery at 9:45 but couldn’t find the unit number on the package – despite our previous confirmation. Their solution? Another attempt on Tuesday. Unacceptable to me, I demanded my package that day, which led to a series of heated exchanges and empty promises from their side.
A Frustrating Resolution
As the day dragged on, my patience wore thin. The sight of the UPS truck passing my unit without stopping was infuriating. It wasn’t until later in the evening, after performing an impromptu gymnastics routine out of
