(I wasn't sure if this should be in Sightings or General Work)
One of our managers has been waiting for a package. I had to call UPS because the sender didn't note what floor we were on, despite the fact that we're only on one floor. This happens a lot. The driver noted that they needed a suite number, yet he didn't bother to ask me if a package was for us.
I called and gave them the correct info, and it was supposed to show up today. It didn't at his scheduled delivery, so I called again. The following ensued. My head still hurts.
Manager: Well, the driver hasn't delivered yet.
Me: Oh, he did. Eight packages, three of them ground.
Manager: That's not possible.
Me: I'm looking right at them.
Manager: I don't think so.
Me: Are you saying that he didn't when I'm looking at them. I can even read you a tracking number.
Manager: Fine. Read it *she said it in a way that pretty much said "I dare you to prove me wrong, biatch*
Me: *reads tracking number*
Manager: Oh..well..I guess I'll have to figure out where it's at then...
Later, the manager calls back to tell me that it was misplaced on another truck and that they'll try to make it out before we close. When I left, the package still hadn't arrived.
I'm sure it'll arrive tomorrow, but it's irritating that the manager would try to tell me that I didn't know what I was looking at.
One of our managers has been waiting for a package. I had to call UPS because the sender didn't note what floor we were on, despite the fact that we're only on one floor. This happens a lot. The driver noted that they needed a suite number, yet he didn't bother to ask me if a package was for us.
I called and gave them the correct info, and it was supposed to show up today. It didn't at his scheduled delivery, so I called again. The following ensued. My head still hurts.
Manager: Well, the driver hasn't delivered yet.
Me: Oh, he did. Eight packages, three of them ground.
Manager: That's not possible.
Me: I'm looking right at them.
Manager: I don't think so.
Me: Are you saying that he didn't when I'm looking at them. I can even read you a tracking number.
Manager: Fine. Read it *she said it in a way that pretty much said "I dare you to prove me wrong, biatch*
Me: *reads tracking number*
Manager: Oh..well..I guess I'll have to figure out where it's at then...
Later, the manager calls back to tell me that it was misplaced on another truck and that they'll try to make it out before we close. When I left, the package still hadn't arrived.
I'm sure it'll arrive tomorrow, but it's irritating that the manager would try to tell me that I didn't know what I was looking at.
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