I keep meaning to read and catch up on everyone’s life but I get so busy that by the time I remember it’s bed time.
But my planner came in today, super excited but oh my God Auspost are something else (not new lbr). But I got the “hey your parcel has been delivered” app message. I’m excited, I check it and see … That’s not my work. It’s a photo of a door and some light brick and I’m like ??? Huh? So I took off during my lunch break walking up and down near where work is to see if there’s a house that matches the bricks or door but I get nothing.
Until I think “maybe they’ve dropped it off at 11 instead of 18”. I’ve put down that the address is 18 unit 11 because work is in an office suite. 11 on my street is a retirement village, also private property. Luckily there was a guy coming out to walk his dogs and I asked him if it was okay to go in there (because I’ve never had to visit retirement homes) and mentioned the misplaces package. He tells me where reception is, I go there, a tradie helps me and tells me where 18 in the unit section is, I go out and a woman who works there said the package is actually in the reception area.
So I was able to grab it. But like Jesus Christ, I’m also in pain because #chronicpain4life, and I wasted half an hour of my lunch break because some idiot couldn’t understand that I put the correct information in. I just, ugh.
I keep meaning to read and catch up on everyone’s life but I get so busy that by the time I remember it’s bed time.
But my planner came in today, super excited but oh my God Auspost are something else (not new lbr). But I got the “hey your parcel has been delivered” app message. I’m excited, I check it and see … That’s not my work. It’s a photo of a door and some light brick and I’m like ??? Huh? So I took off during my lunch break walking up and down near where work is to see if there’s a house that matches the bricks or door but I get nothing.
Until I think “maybe they’ve dropped it off at 11 instead of 18”. I’ve put down that the address is 18 unit 11 because work is in an office suite. 11 on my street is a retirement village, also private property. Luckily there was a guy coming out to walk his dogs and I asked him if it was okay to go in there (because I’ve never had to visit retirement homes) and mentioned the misplaces package. He tells me where reception is, I go there, a tradie helps me and tells me where 18 in the unit section is, I go out and a woman who works there said the package is actually in the reception area.
So I was able to grab it. But like Jesus Christ, I’m also in pain because #chronicpain4life, and I wasted half an hour of my lunch break because some idiot couldn’t understand that I put the correct information in. I just, ugh.