Working myself into a lather at the thought of ordering stuff online. Sounds like a simple, everyday thing, right? Well, not for me. :no:
It's not so much the ordering (although that's an ordeal in itself), but the delivery. Living as I do in Apartment Hell, there's a good chance (95%?) that anything shipped via the postal service will end up being delivered to the leasing office instead of to me. If that should happen, I'll be shit out of luck, because there's no way in mother-lovin' heck that I'm going into that lions' den to get it. I can't ask the girls who work there to bring it to me either, because A) such an act would fall outside the parameters of their corporate automaton programming, and B) they scare the sweet bejeebus out of me.
Even with UPS or FedEx, and even with explicit delivery instructions, there's a chance of whatever I order ending up in leasing-office limbo. I no get, they no bring, there it sits till they send it back, and I'm out whatever dough I put into it.
I could tell the retailer the package wasn't delivered to me (true), but everyone else would say it was (perversely, also true). What happens next would be the same thing that always happens next: the little guy loses, and that, folks, would be me. :greeting:
I really need to get this stuff, and being homebound, I don't have any other way to get it, but my faith in the system is shot all to bits. Can't say I love it, but I guess I'll have to give it a try and see how it goes. I don't know what else I can do. :idontknow: