8x how super annoying it is when you order a package
A little online shopping is the air in my life at the moment. Just pretending for a moment that everything was normal. Throwing something nice in your cart and hearing the doorbell the next day to receive something. A little contact with the outside world, even if it's just a lantern from HEMA. But there are also irritations. And we are easily irritated, especially in this week of I-don't-know-what of corona.
1. The mail shower
You receive an email with the confirmation, an email with a thank you, an email with the message that your product is being shipped, a message with the track and trace code, a message that your mail is on the way, an email that your product will be delivered today, and an email with the message that your product has been successfully delivered. Thank you. I already knew that myself. And with a bit of luck, you even get a message asking you to review/like/share or to order something else. Which I probably will do again because hey, I have a shopping addiction and well, if I help them with it... I'm not the worst.
2. The size of the package
I ritualistically drive to the bulky waste once a week to drop off boxes. Now quite a few work packages are also coming to my home address, and those orders, but man, they all come in large boxes. Wrapped in plastic. That can be smaller, people. Just put soft items in an envelope.
3. The stickers and labels
I recently bought – by the way, beautiful – glasses and plates. Each glass and each plate had a plastic sticker on it stating that it was about bio-organic-recycled whatever glass. I immediately wondered if all those stickers were also so bio-eco-dynamically responsible. It certainly wasn't good for my mood, because with the state of my nails at the moment, it was impossible to peel them off.
4. And whoosh, it's gone
The delivery person rings the bell, you are upstairs and run down two flights of stairs and poof, it's gone.
5. Package is with the neighbors
Because you weren't standing on the doorstep within a nanosecond, your package is with the neighbors. You have to chat there again because an excuse to quickly end the conversation (we're going out to eat soon/I have to go to the gym/the movie is starting soon) you don't have and they know that. Now I have nice neighbors, but still. After I-don't-know-how-many weeks of corona, I'm done with the small talk.
6. All packages are delivered to you
Because your neighbors were also just a second on the toilet when the delivery person rang the bell. Now your hallway is full of boxes and stuff while he was already full of your empty boxes and junk. An additional treat is that your doorbell rings all day, in my case the dog barks deafeningly throughout the neighborhood, and you hand over the packages to your neighbors and then have to make small talk again. In my case, I have to explain to my daughter again that those twelve packages are not for her and so on. Great, right, that corona.
7. Returns, also such a thing
No, this is TNT and this is DPD or UPS or I don't know which company. I walk all over the city looking for a delivery point where they often take in packages as a byproduct and further have no idea about the how, what, and why. 8. Opening is life-threatening.
Duct tape is so strong that you can't get through it with any normal scissors. Pushing too far means possibly damaging your new dress. Oh boys, it's all quite something.
And note for pickle eaters: these are all luxury problems, huh. I'm aware of that. But just give me a moment to complain.
May looking at the delivery updates behind her laptop.
