Saturday 23 June 2018

PSALMS 40:17*

When we changed apartments back in late April The Old Girl discovered that the red couch that she bought when we were in Canada (and took to UK before bringing it to NZ) was too large to manoeuvre around a tight alcove into the new apartment.

The red couch
She asked the moving company to put it in storage and she arranged to have it delivered up north. Two months ago.
The freight company she contracted with mucked us around with vague promises for weeks. Two weeks ago on an agreed day for a pick up The Old Girl stayed in and worked from home but the freight guy didn't show. "Oh sorry bro" he said when she got hold of him "I couldn't do it because I had to move some family members furniture". Needless to say The Old Girl gave him a pretty graphic example of what he could do with his delivery contract and proceeded to contract with another company. Two weeks ago.

The new company collected the couch from storage in Auckland on Thursday and were supposed to deliver it to our Whangarei house yesterday. I stayed in all day even though, after the big storm, it was a glorious day. Guess what? No show from the delivery people. No phone calls. Nothing. I'm hanging around the house today hoping that it might come even though it's Saturday. They are uncontactable. If they bring it on Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday next week it'll be no good as I'll be away. Bastards!

Meanwhile The Old Girl, last week bought a new couch for the apartment and had arrangements in place for delivery on Friday. "What time will it come" she naively asked. "We cannot give a specific time "was the answer so she (again) worked from home and stayed in all day. No delivery. No contact Nothing.

What the fuck is wrong with delivery service these days? Sure the population has grown in this country but so have the number of businesses and infrastructure. What's changed is attitude. No one gives a fuck anymore.




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*PSALMS 40:17


3 comments:

Richard (of RBB) said...

Maybe time for the Murray Roberts delivery boys to make a come back. Where is Bruce?

THE CURMUDGEON said...

Yes, I've been thinking about that too - running a 'Trade Me' pick up and delivery service in my area.
Where can I get a Bedford truck like the one we had?

Twisted Scottish Bastard said...

It's simple.

People are bastards.