It's amazing how one little transposition can screw up a shipment so completely.
On my catalog order I accidentally put 95104 instead of 91504 for the delivery zip. Because no person actually LOOKS at your package any more, it just gets scanned and loaded from truck to truck bouncing around Sacramento, San Jose and Los Angeles when it's supposed to go to Burbank, one little number causes great distress and angst to a person waiting for catalogs that were already 4 months late in getting done!
Shee-ish!
Ok, so I can not blame anyone but myself for this one. Believe me, I tried. I at first blamed FedEx. Then when I found out the wrong zip was being used I wanted to get my money back from the printing company who OBVIOUSLY wrote the zip down wrong from my original order.
So to prove my point I checked the automated response from my web order, summarizing the info I had input, and there is was, by MY hand...
9 5 1 0 4
Crap.
So, I still don't have them. They shipped 10 days ago...
I'm so annoyed at myself. Because every once in a while I'm reminded that I am a mere mortal and not the ever-perfect, never (hardly ever) erring organism that walks the earth.
I have erred and it is costing me. Waaaaaaaaaaaa!
Tomorrow is a new day. I wish it was Saturday. I could use some sleep.
Carry on mighty soldiers.
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