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Apr. 13th, 2007 11:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinityvixenSo my Netflix DVD got eaten yesterday.
After working without lunch for a full day, I had a headache and was cranky and tired. None of which mattered to my kitties, who got to eat first when I did get home. I looked through my mail and I found the outer red flap, and nothing else, contained within a little plastic baggy from the Post Office.
Remember how I've said that the Post Office is the most miserable place on Earth? It turns out they're at their most happy and considerate when they've royally fucked you over. The little baggy said, in big letters "WE CARE" and then went on to tell me why the fact that there's a piece of paper in my mailbox where a DVD should be is really nothing they can control. Oh, and they're working so hard to be sure this doesn't happen often.
Now, forget that I was irritated that I couldn't watch my show last night (the Netflix people immediately fixed it and will send me another today or tomorrow; of course, problem there is that they're re-sending one I just sent back since the lady heard me wrong ::SIGH::). This is just...stupid. Is there no recourse for mail that's lost, I wonder? How much money does Netflix just have to eat because sorting machines chew through DVDs in the mail?
This isn't even the first time this year this has happened. First time to a DVD, but I lost most of a tax form to the same thing, with the same amount of fake sympathy and pleading that I not hold the Postal Service responsible. I've had this happen many times, actually. Why do the machines hate me? They've eaten whole magazines, newsletters from my old volunteer job, letters, and now my DVDs and tax info. My thought is--what if you were expecting something you'd paid for in the mail and this happened? I mean, I know I've paid for magazines that look like they went through the shredder (or met the Shredder?) and a disc that's probably now bunches of broken pieces, but suppose it was a one-time dealy--a piece of software, a program on a disk, something less replaceable than a tax form? The company you bought the thing from shouldn't be under any obligation to replace it, so who will?
You hear me, Post Office? Sorry for my inconvenience!? RARGH!
After working without lunch for a full day, I had a headache and was cranky and tired. None of which mattered to my kitties, who got to eat first when I did get home. I looked through my mail and I found the outer red flap, and nothing else, contained within a little plastic baggy from the Post Office.
Remember how I've said that the Post Office is the most miserable place on Earth? It turns out they're at their most happy and considerate when they've royally fucked you over. The little baggy said, in big letters "WE CARE" and then went on to tell me why the fact that there's a piece of paper in my mailbox where a DVD should be is really nothing they can control. Oh, and they're working so hard to be sure this doesn't happen often.
Now, forget that I was irritated that I couldn't watch my show last night (the Netflix people immediately fixed it and will send me another today or tomorrow; of course, problem there is that they're re-sending one I just sent back since the lady heard me wrong ::SIGH::). This is just...stupid. Is there no recourse for mail that's lost, I wonder? How much money does Netflix just have to eat because sorting machines chew through DVDs in the mail?
This isn't even the first time this year this has happened. First time to a DVD, but I lost most of a tax form to the same thing, with the same amount of fake sympathy and pleading that I not hold the Postal Service responsible. I've had this happen many times, actually. Why do the machines hate me? They've eaten whole magazines, newsletters from my old volunteer job, letters, and now my DVDs and tax info. My thought is--what if you were expecting something you'd paid for in the mail and this happened? I mean, I know I've paid for magazines that look like they went through the shredder (or met the Shredder?) and a disc that's probably now bunches of broken pieces, but suppose it was a one-time dealy--a piece of software, a program on a disk, something less replaceable than a tax form? The company you bought the thing from shouldn't be under any obligation to replace it, so who will?
You hear me, Post Office? Sorry for my inconvenience!? RARGH!
