Omg, they finally arrived. And I wouldn't have gotten them if I wasn't so damn NOT shy. Seriously, I understand the pressure on the sub-companies from DHL but the service SUCKS.
The conversation went like this:
"You should have another package."
"No, I haven't."
"Well, apparently I know you DO have it since I tracked your car and MY package since 7:36 when you started your shift."
"I haven't seen it. This all I got."
"Really?! Can you check again? It's the 12 kg package. I know it's heavy. If you don't want to get it, I can come down and get it up the stairs on my own. It wouldn't be a problem. Really. Otherwise I can call the service number if you have a minute and ask why they send me the wrong tracking number." *staring contest*
"I will check again, ok?"
Heavy huffing and puffing 5 minutes later. Seriously, it's 12 kg not 30. I lift up to 30 every time my dad chops down a tree or fixes something on the house and needs help. Me being creative on calling the delivery guy internally some names- including whimp.
"Why thank you, I knew you would find it. Have a nice week-end."
*insane muttering on the other side of the door*
Everybody who ordered:
I have to finish something for Schmidt now and send out your information later today.
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As you can see these are flexible. My hubby insisted on counting the rest for me and is swearing like a mad men. I guess men aren't made for counting peas into a pot.