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Missing Gold!!!! Also known as: Chapter 2 of the USPS delivery
Bochiman
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So, now that I have calmed down a little, it is probably a bit safer for me to type/post about today's experience.
First off, I am one of the biggest proponents of the US Postal Service and will defend them most of the time. I love (most of) the folks at my local post office, but there is one guy there, for the last 6 months or so, that has me shaking my head as to why he is there and not asking "do you want fries with that?" somewhere else.....I had a chance to deal with him again today...
I am buying a couple of type gold coins ("C" and "D" old, and dirty, gold coins) from an esteemed, and extremely knowledgable, forum member (though he has terrible taste in sports teams!). This kindly, older, gentleman sent me the 2 coins overnight (USPS Express), fully insured. "Will be there before noon".
Well, I have a week off work (too much vacation built up and need to use it, so have been doing chores/dr appts/etc) so I figured I would re-route a few things and be at home. I was sent the tracking number and was watching it update, all the while sitting in my home office that looks out over my driveway and front walkway. Every time I heard a vehicle, I would look out the window. Never saw a vehicle in my driveway but did see neighbors' cars go driving by on the street.
9:28am Arrival at post office
9:59am Sorting Complete (I noticed this about 10:15a as it is slightly delayed)
10:09am Out for delivery ( noticed this updated about 10:40ish....I am only 8-10 minutes from the post office but didn't think I was their only one or first on the path)
11:09am Notice left (no authorized recipient available) --- WTF????? Bull! I noticed this at 11:35am
I go downstairs, check the door. Nothing. No wet footprints on my covered entryway either
So, I walk out to the street (about 300ft away) where the mailbox is. Sure enough, there is a slip in the box.
I head back in, grab my cellphone, and call. I was actually pretty calm....I mentioned i just got the slip, was at home, and why was the notice left. I get a smartass comment from the person "hahaha...well, don't kill the messenger....and, I am just the messenger by the way". I just told him "I haven't killed anyone, yet" and then he says "ummm....let me get you to a supervisor". Duh! Yeah, that might be best.
I get the supervisor. He's calm and matter of fact. I tell him I am a bit upset at staying home all morning just to have someone leave the slip and not even ring the bell, and that now it looks like I won't get the package until tomorrow, if I can make it then, when I have other Saturday committments. He says the delivery guy is already back and that he can have the package at will call immediately and that the driver said he even tried delivery twice. (yeah.....good one....what did you do? Park in the street and tiptoe up and lightly tap on the door? Really? No way you tried once, much less twice.)
So, anyways, it is ~11:40 when this is being handled and I finish off some emails and head down there and get there about noon. A nice lady was at will call and, after about 5 minutes, can't find my package. Find out she is a supervisor and she was finishing up a call when I arrived ... someone else calling and complaining they got the "missed you, you fools! come and get your package" even though they told her they had 2 adults at home all morning and didn't have anyone at the door!.
Well, she spends another 10 minutes going to the other end of the building, trying to track down the supervisor I talked to (there are 3 of them, includinng her), and going through the other packages to see if it was misplaced.
After about 20 minutes, "Tommy Boy" shows up (that is who the guy reminds me of). This is the guy who made the earlier joke and that I do not enjoy having to deal with as he doesn't know what he is doing, and shows it, and isn't very professional in his language around others.
He remembers the package and says "oh s&*#"....he then scurries around from one area to another...and the line is no longer empty as others want their packages/mail and are coming in now.
I spend about another 20 minutes with this guy and he is scrambling, calling for the supervisor that brought it to him, and typing things in at the computer all the while going through a handful of slips.
He keeps looking at the slips and then back at the bench of express mail waiting to be picked up......anyone guess why???
Turns out that he gave MY package (expressmail envelope) to someone "with a similar address" (ummm...kind of but not really...I saw the package he pointed to) that came in for a BOX.
Really? REALLY? I turned to the supervisor, who knew me from many previous times of picking things up...I don't even have to show him ID or ask for my packages as he goes right to them when he sees me, and I say "well, the package IS insured, but the items aren't readily replaceable....and insurance was for almost $4grand". I also mentioned "boy, I hope no one opens it as things could easily go missing and insurance would need to kick in...."
The "Tommy Boy's" face goes a little white.....he has been making calls, tracking down the route driver to the other address, and is going to have that driver try to get the other folks and get my package back and then immediately have it driven to my house. He gets my cellphone # and goes to it...I leave.
I let my esteemed seller know what is going on, not to worry him, but since he will probably be checking the tracking and I don't want him to think I am ignoring him about it coming to me.
About 2 1/2 hours later, I get a call. Package is back in their hands and the other folks didn't open it. If I am home (I was), he could have it delivered immediately.
10 minutes later, I hear a car, look out, and there is a little white car parked in front of my garage. I go downstairs, open the door, and watch the guy come up my walk. Boy is he slow.
I hand him the slip, and, as he starts to walk away, I look the package over, see it wasn't opened, and proceed to rip it open just to make sure. He kind of stops to watch me. I look inside and see everything is fine (I don't pull it out in front of him) and tell him "thanks...all is here".
I let my esteemed seller know. I am calming down now. I will send him a check (as per his request for me to wait until I approved of the coins once inhand) tomorrow, and all is well.
What a start to the holiday season, but I now have 2 more stickered coins that are both VF25. One is $5 and one is $2.5
1844-C and 1848-D
First off, I am one of the biggest proponents of the US Postal Service and will defend them most of the time. I love (most of) the folks at my local post office, but there is one guy there, for the last 6 months or so, that has me shaking my head as to why he is there and not asking "do you want fries with that?" somewhere else.....I had a chance to deal with him again today...
I am buying a couple of type gold coins ("C" and "D" old, and dirty, gold coins) from an esteemed, and extremely knowledgable, forum member (though he has terrible taste in sports teams!). This kindly, older, gentleman sent me the 2 coins overnight (USPS Express), fully insured. "Will be there before noon".
Well, I have a week off work (too much vacation built up and need to use it, so have been doing chores/dr appts/etc) so I figured I would re-route a few things and be at home. I was sent the tracking number and was watching it update, all the while sitting in my home office that looks out over my driveway and front walkway. Every time I heard a vehicle, I would look out the window. Never saw a vehicle in my driveway but did see neighbors' cars go driving by on the street.
9:28am Arrival at post office
9:59am Sorting Complete (I noticed this about 10:15a as it is slightly delayed)
10:09am Out for delivery ( noticed this updated about 10:40ish....I am only 8-10 minutes from the post office but didn't think I was their only one or first on the path)
11:09am Notice left (no authorized recipient available) --- WTF????? Bull! I noticed this at 11:35am
I go downstairs, check the door. Nothing. No wet footprints on my covered entryway either
So, I walk out to the street (about 300ft away) where the mailbox is. Sure enough, there is a slip in the box.
I head back in, grab my cellphone, and call. I was actually pretty calm....I mentioned i just got the slip, was at home, and why was the notice left. I get a smartass comment from the person "hahaha...well, don't kill the messenger....and, I am just the messenger by the way". I just told him "I haven't killed anyone, yet" and then he says "ummm....let me get you to a supervisor". Duh! Yeah, that might be best.
I get the supervisor. He's calm and matter of fact. I tell him I am a bit upset at staying home all morning just to have someone leave the slip and not even ring the bell, and that now it looks like I won't get the package until tomorrow, if I can make it then, when I have other Saturday committments. He says the delivery guy is already back and that he can have the package at will call immediately and that the driver said he even tried delivery twice. (yeah.....good one....what did you do? Park in the street and tiptoe up and lightly tap on the door? Really? No way you tried once, much less twice.)
So, anyways, it is ~11:40 when this is being handled and I finish off some emails and head down there and get there about noon. A nice lady was at will call and, after about 5 minutes, can't find my package. Find out she is a supervisor and she was finishing up a call when I arrived ... someone else calling and complaining they got the "missed you, you fools! come and get your package" even though they told her they had 2 adults at home all morning and didn't have anyone at the door!.
Well, she spends another 10 minutes going to the other end of the building, trying to track down the supervisor I talked to (there are 3 of them, includinng her), and going through the other packages to see if it was misplaced.
After about 20 minutes, "Tommy Boy" shows up (that is who the guy reminds me of). This is the guy who made the earlier joke and that I do not enjoy having to deal with as he doesn't know what he is doing, and shows it, and isn't very professional in his language around others.
He remembers the package and says "oh s&*#"....he then scurries around from one area to another...and the line is no longer empty as others want their packages/mail and are coming in now.
I spend about another 20 minutes with this guy and he is scrambling, calling for the supervisor that brought it to him, and typing things in at the computer all the while going through a handful of slips.
He keeps looking at the slips and then back at the bench of express mail waiting to be picked up......anyone guess why???
Turns out that he gave MY package (expressmail envelope) to someone "with a similar address" (ummm...kind of but not really...I saw the package he pointed to) that came in for a BOX.
Really? REALLY? I turned to the supervisor, who knew me from many previous times of picking things up...I don't even have to show him ID or ask for my packages as he goes right to them when he sees me, and I say "well, the package IS insured, but the items aren't readily replaceable....and insurance was for almost $4grand". I also mentioned "boy, I hope no one opens it as things could easily go missing and insurance would need to kick in...."
The "Tommy Boy's" face goes a little white.....he has been making calls, tracking down the route driver to the other address, and is going to have that driver try to get the other folks and get my package back and then immediately have it driven to my house. He gets my cellphone # and goes to it...I leave.
I let my esteemed seller know what is going on, not to worry him, but since he will probably be checking the tracking and I don't want him to think I am ignoring him about it coming to me.
About 2 1/2 hours later, I get a call. Package is back in their hands and the other folks didn't open it. If I am home (I was), he could have it delivered immediately.
10 minutes later, I hear a car, look out, and there is a little white car parked in front of my garage. I go downstairs, open the door, and watch the guy come up my walk. Boy is he slow.
I hand him the slip, and, as he starts to walk away, I look the package over, see it wasn't opened, and proceed to rip it open just to make sure. He kind of stops to watch me. I look inside and see everything is fine (I don't pull it out in front of him) and tell him "thanks...all is here".
I let my esteemed seller know. I am calming down now. I will send him a check (as per his request for me to wait until I approved of the coins once inhand) tomorrow, and all is well.
What a start to the holiday season, but I now have 2 more stickered coins that are both VF25. One is $5 and one is $2.5
1844-C and 1848-D
I've been told I tolerate fools poorly...that may explain things if I have a problem with you. Current ebay items - Nothing at the moment
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Sounds just like my post office. What state do you live in ?
lets see some pictures of the coins!
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Glad it all worked out.
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An extremely charming and wise-beyond-his years numismatist sent the OP a couple of dirty gold coins on approval, USPS Express Mail insured.
The delivery person attempted to make a phantom delivery attempt and got busted by the OP.
Then, the post office gave the package to Enrique Kuttenplom, who was at the post office picking up another package. The OP and supervisors in three states ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. At some point, everyone realized that there was a major screw up and rerouted the precious southern gold coins to the OP, and we all lived happily ever after.
The End.
<< <i>Okay, for those of you who want the non-Encyclopedia Brittanica version, here's what happened.
An extremely charming and wise-beyond-his years numismatist sent the OP a couple of dirty gold coins on approval, USPS Express Mail insured.
The delivery person attempted to make a phantom delivery attempt and got busted by the OP.
Then, the post office gave the package to Enrique Kuttenplom, who was at the post office picking up another package. The OP and supervisors in three states ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. At some point, everyone realized that there was a major screw up and rerouted the precious southern gold coins to the OP, and we all lived happily ever after.
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I've been told I tolerate fools poorly...that may explain things if I have a problem with you. Current ebay items - Nothing at the moment
Congrats on getting your new 'old' toys.
Not really looking for much these days but if I were, it might be a toner.
<< <i>The dirty old gold man (shipper) should go back to the post office for a refund of his shipping fees, as terms of service were clearly violated... >>
yep.
<< <i>Okay, for those of you who want the non-Encyclopedia Brittanica version, here's what happened.
An extremely charming and wise-beyond-his years numismatist sent the OP a couple of dirty gold coins on approval, USPS Express Mail insured.
The delivery person attempted to make a phantom delivery attempt and got busted by the OP.
Then, the post office gave the package to Enrique Kuttenplom, who was at the post office picking up another package. The OP and supervisors in three states ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. At some point, everyone realized that there was a major screw up and rerouted the precious southern gold coins to the OP, and we all lived happily ever after.
The End. >>
And don't forget the post script - Go Steelers!
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<< <i>The dirty old gold man (shipper) should go back to the post office for a refund of his shipping fees, as terms of service were clearly violated... >>
yep. >>
Who added the "old" to the "dirty gold man"? In numismatic context, the dirty gold man is virtually a child.
So I can stand in line and argue and fill out paperwork for $30?
Bochi - just curious, how old are you?
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<< <i>The dirty old gold man (shipper) should go back to the post office for a refund of his shipping fees, as terms of service were clearly violated... >>
yep. >>
Who added the "old" to the "dirty gold man"? In numismatic context, the dirty gold man is virtually a child. >>
Just following Bochiman's description of the shipper...
My Fedex driver, ditto
My two postal mail carriers..told me that they don't give out their cell and don't want mine
I sure hope the postal service figures things out before they run out of money.
I bet they're beauties.
My postman also started to just leave a notice without knocking or ringing the bell. I assume it's a slacker's way to save time.
It took a couple of talks with his supervisor but he no longer does it.
<< <i>I always put a sign on my door that reads, "Postman please ring doorbell and give me a chance to get to the door" when I am waiting for an important package. >>
Good idea. And I like the "and give me a chance to get to the door".
<< <i>I can't believe you got that stressed out over $7.50. Jeez, some people!!!
Seriously, glad you got them - that PO needs to retrain their employees.
gary-
<< <i>3 words: Post office box
lets see some pictures of the coins!
4 words: Mistakes happen there, also.
See http://www.doubledimes.com for a free online reference for US twenty-cent pieces
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And the USPS lost 5 & 1/2 BILLION DOLLARS last year
<< <i>An extremely charming and wise-beyond-his years numismatist sent the OP a couple of dirty gold coins on approval, USPS Express Mail insured.
The delivery person attempted to make a phantom delivery attempt and got busted by the OP.
Then, the post office gave the package to Enrique Kuttenplom, who was at the post office picking up another package. The OP and supervisors in three states ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. At some point, everyone realized that there was a major screw up and rerouted the precious southern gold coins to the OP, and we all lived happily ever after.
The End. >>
Damn, I read Bochiman's entire OP (which was well done, BTW). But I want that time back...I should have read RYK's cliff notes.
Lance.