One of those days
Today was one of those days when nothing seems to go right.
I had an important package I needed to get in the mail before noon today. It takes 3-4 days to get a document back to the U.S., even by express mail delivery services, so I wanted it on tonight's plane going out. Well, my computer decided that it wanted to throw up a roadblock at every turn. My beautifully produced document looked just fine when it was on my screen but when I printed it the letters were mushed together, commas out of place, and generally a mess.
I called in our computer tech and he couldn't figure out the problem. I converted the word document into a pdf which fixed the problem but would only print in a much smaller font. I hemmed. I hawed. I emailed the file to five different people at work to have them print it to see if perhaps it was some sort of setting on my computer. No luck.
Finally, I decided I would just do the old cut and paste. And. it. worked. I have no idea why and at this point I don't really care. But the new document printed just perfectly. I quickly assembled the whole package and ran off for DHL, which is located about a half block from my office.
When I arrived, the entire store front was shuttered. The signs that were up ON FRIDAY had been removed and in their place was a typed notice: "We have moved." Of course you have.
I was hot and starving and getting totally annoyed. I grabbed some lunch at the corner Turkish joint and went back to my office to try to figure out where the new store was located.
While I frantically asked my co-workers, Sabina, our office manager walked in the room. "Why don't you just call UPS?" she asked.
"You mean they'll just come here and pick it up?" I asked, incredulously.
"Of course!"
Yes, of course. So about ten minutes ago the Azeri UPS guy showed up at our office and for a small fortune took my package, promising it will make it to the US by, at the latest, next Monday. Not perfect, but not a disaster either.
As the UPS guy walked away our receptionist must have sensed the panic I've been experiencing all day. "Jess, it will be okay," he assured me. Fingers crossed.
I had an important package I needed to get in the mail before noon today. It takes 3-4 days to get a document back to the U.S., even by express mail delivery services, so I wanted it on tonight's plane going out. Well, my computer decided that it wanted to throw up a roadblock at every turn. My beautifully produced document looked just fine when it was on my screen but when I printed it the letters were mushed together, commas out of place, and generally a mess.
I called in our computer tech and he couldn't figure out the problem. I converted the word document into a pdf which fixed the problem but would only print in a much smaller font. I hemmed. I hawed. I emailed the file to five different people at work to have them print it to see if perhaps it was some sort of setting on my computer. No luck.
Finally, I decided I would just do the old cut and paste. And. it. worked. I have no idea why and at this point I don't really care. But the new document printed just perfectly. I quickly assembled the whole package and ran off for DHL, which is located about a half block from my office.
When I arrived, the entire store front was shuttered. The signs that were up ON FRIDAY had been removed and in their place was a typed notice: "We have moved." Of course you have.
I was hot and starving and getting totally annoyed. I grabbed some lunch at the corner Turkish joint and went back to my office to try to figure out where the new store was located.
While I frantically asked my co-workers, Sabina, our office manager walked in the room. "Why don't you just call UPS?" she asked.
"You mean they'll just come here and pick it up?" I asked, incredulously.
"Of course!"
Yes, of course. So about ten minutes ago the Azeri UPS guy showed up at our office and for a small fortune took my package, promising it will make it to the US by, at the latest, next Monday. Not perfect, but not a disaster either.
As the UPS guy walked away our receptionist must have sensed the panic I've been experiencing all day. "Jess, it will be okay," he assured me. Fingers crossed.
posted by Jessica @ 3:53 PM
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