I was furious. I was mad. And I contemplated shaving me head and going Gay.
I mean, after four days of tracking and seeing it go round the World twice, I did not expect the cock-up to happen within 20 feet from me. And all the while, I was upstairs in the office, holding the cash in my hand.
So, I made calls after calls to the Centre and literally threatened them that I need my package by four and there is no way I will go to their collection centre since its so late in the afternoon. Moreover, even if I made it there, the van could not. And the more we talked on the phone, the further it would be since I called them after only a few minutes. Finally, after a few more calls, I cornered them and asks them to give me the number of their driver so that I can intercept him. And when he answered my call, we arranged for a meeting point. Then I told me Boss i need his permission to pop out of the office for a few minutes. A word of advise here, its is very crucial to keep cool (even with a gritted teeth) and show them you are a good guy even when on the phone.
At last!
All done!
Why the trouble over this package?
Now you know.
This is crazy, right? Why the hassle? I can take leave and go to the collection centre tomorrow or the next day. Never mind if I have to sacrifice more time and money to get this package. Right? Yeah, right. The answer is no. I do not want to waste anymore crap on this nor any more compromising. Final is final and I told the FedEx guy to remember me because there is always the next time. And the next. And the next.
Why the trouble over this package?
Now you know.