Mood: Monday...
Music: Things Can Only Get Better, Howard Jones
Game: World of Warcraft, Call of Duty, Guild Wars
Book: America, Daily Show with John Stewart
Muffin: An Orange. Not a muffin.
Punchline: The great t-shirt hunt.
So I got in, did my normal morning routine, and I got a call from the nice people who will be printing/embroidering the uniforms for work. They wanted to know if I got the samples for sizing I ordered...I should have gotten them on Friday.
Well...no...I hadn't. She was a bit put off, and said she'd call me back.
She calls me back a few minutes later and said that it was signed by someone named M McFarlane.
McFarlane...name's familiar...but there's no one here by that name.
Then she says "Well, I sent it to..." and proceeds to name my old home address.
"You sent it WHERE?"
She repeats the address, then I have to explain that that's my old business address for Limewear, and that she's just sent it to someone else.
"Why did McFarlane or whoever sign for it?"
I then explain that that building gets two handtrucks full of packages from FedEx a day...and the concierge signs for all of them for the occupants. She's now a bit upset.
I tell her not to worry about it...I'll find my way down there, and see if I can recover the stuff. Now, the stuff was delivered Friday, and by any reasonable standard, the package was probably delivered to the current occupant of my old apartment. That'd be bad.
So me and Adam leave work and subway it down to my old place, and I explain to the doorman that there's been a mixup, and a supplier sent something meant for me to my old apartment, although with my name on it.
Sure enough, he has a package with my company's name on it with my old address. He asks me to write my name, address, and phone number on a piece of paper so he has record of it, whereupon I hand him my business card with my name and company name on it which matches the package, which made him pretty happy. And I was happy that for some reason, the occupant of my apartment didn't manage to pick up that package, and had all weekend to do so. Not a bad result, really.
And seeing as we were downtown ANYWAY...of course we had lunch at Hop Kee in Chinatown. Because how could we not?
So I get the sizing samples back to the office, and the sweatshirts are the wrong style, being 50/50 instead of 100% cotton, and the choice I made for the polo shirts are apparently too thin. Oh, and they didn't really like the color that I chose for the Tshirts.
Great.
So not only did I have to run around the city for 2 hours to recover the samples...but I needed to explain to the nice lady at the printing company the good news and bad news: That I recovered the samples, but a third of them were wrong, a third of them I'm going to need to change, and a third of them are OK...maybe. Lovely. So, I suppose I'll get quotes and samples in the next day or so, hopefully to the right address this time.
Well, it certainly broke up the day nicely.
So I got that going for me...which is nice.
Posted by Glenn at May 2, 2005 05:36 PM