Listening to the Voices in My Head

I get an email notice when AusPost has a parcel/deliveries headed my way. So, I waited.

I heard a knock on the front door. I went out the side, as usual and looked over the gate. I spotted a new delivery person. He saw me, came over, and I introduced myself, and told him that if there's ever delivery, come to the side entrance, not the front, as the side is where I'm editing photos, reading, or doing whatever.

He told me that at the Bibra Lake mail depot, that I'm known as "Oh, that nice lady at * ***** ******." The new delivery person agreed. :D

Kind of made my day.

You might be a sneaky bastard, but I'm even sneakier... well, more observant.

I was working on photos, and I heard a faint putt putt putt of a diesel engine. I open the curtain and look out. What do I see? The Aus Post driver slowing going PAST the end of my driveway. That's right, past, not up into, but on the street going by.

I looked the guy square in the eye, and he then stopped, and made light of his antics "I saw you looking out the window!". As there was no signature needed for this parcel, he should have brought it up and placed it near the door.

With the upcoming holidays, this sort of bullshit is going to make many people upset, and wasting their time standing in lines at the Post Office because of a SORRY WE MISSED YOU card (if they're lucky enough to have even gotten one), and maybe even leading to gifts going astray.

I will keep lurking and pouncing as needed until this guy, who isn't the 'regular' delivery guy, gets the message.

ShadoutCarver sent me something from the US. After it was shipped out, it was spotted that the wrong house number had been typed on the shipping label.

I get rather frantic IM and email from the sender, with a copy of the "Attempted to Deliver" information. I waited until 9am and called local Post Office. I explained, provided the tracking number, and even the senders information.

I told him I would be sending my son down to get it, as I have a horrible cold and really don't want to be out and about. He asked "He has same surname?"

I said no, and explained how I 'married' my last name.

He said "Aren't you the photographer I see with the camera and camera bag?"

Yes

"Oh, just send him down with his own ID and your telephone bill and he can pick it up for you."

Was talking to Shadoutcarver about my recent dilemma with the postal service.

Me: I am tempted to put small card table, a chair and laptop in the carport, sit there and have the f***er say "I didn't think anyone was home"

She liked that idea.

The front door was open, curtains open in the room I am in, making it $@##*&$ obvious that someone is most assuredly home. Son is also up and about.

Once again, Australia post dumped a "Sorry to have missed you" card without coming up to the door. I have no idea how large of a parcel it is, and they won't (or can't) tell me what size the parcel/package is. I need to know whether I can fit in in the cargo pod on the back of the scooter, or fit it on the 'floor' of the scooter with my feet on the pedals.

That makes how many times in just a few weeks? 3?