I thought I'd share my morning correspondence with you all today...
I have attached a picture of a sad copy of this week’s Journal which appears to have lost the fight with my letterbox. I imagine within the past month, that the delivery person has changed, for until recently, copies came through as newspapers normally do – unscathed! However, each of the last three have declined in appearance, with this latest one resembling a beginners attempt at Origami.
I’ve telephoned three different departments in the News Centre, and was told by the third operator I needed to speak with Mr X (obviously I've not used his name here), but they did not give me a direct dial number, merely attempted a transfer call which lost me down a big black BT hole.
As email options were equally unhelpful for my quest, you have drawn the short straw, as your department’s magic word Havant sprang from my screen, and I’ve been living in that happy place since 1964.
I’ve had several phone calls in the past, from somebody wanting to know whether I’ve received my latest copy of said Journal, but it’s proving far more difficult for me to instigate contact myself. So I’m floating off this email in the hope that you might prove to be my lucky angel! Hehehe! I’m sure all the advertisers who use the Journal, would like to know their ads are legible and uncorrugated when they arrive at their destination.
Regards,
from a slightly crumpled person, otherwise known as Penny.
Oh goodness, I hope everyone else enjoyed it before it got to you.
ReplyDeleteThis cracked me up! It infuriates me when my morning paper arrives looking like it's been used for someone's craft project.
ReplyDeleteoh fun...good luck getting attention!
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Ah Jinksy - Mr X - I have heard of him. He seems to be everywhere and take the blame for everything, although he is usually quite invisible.
ReplyDeleteI hate waking up to the sound of rain . It means a multitasking breakfast .... eating porridge , pouring tea and peeling newspaper pages apart one by one , while trying to remember what there is in the fridge to fill my lunchbox .
ReplyDeletePen, I can understand your frustration with poor delivery habits. I get annoyed when our adult delivery person (early morning)feels that they have to leave about two inches of the hinged part of the newspaper outside of the box so that it gets wet on rainy days. Like you I have politely requested that it be put right in the box but the message obviously never gets through to the deliverer - Dave.
ReplyDeleteYou have beautifully portrayed a fundamental aspect of modern society.
ReplyDeleteLove it!
ReplyDeleteAt least it got through your box even in a sorry state. My mail has been found behind the dustbin in our front garden recently.
Maggie X
Nuts in May
Let's hope it works and your paper arrives undamaged in future. It's probably just the paperboy/girl?
ReplyDelete:-) My newsguy does a better one (well, that's what he thinks) by letting the Sunday paper fly towards my front door. He sure's got good aim cos it lands right smack on target. But luckily untouched by my two dogs who hate him big time yet surprisingly love the smell of the morning's print. :-)
ReplyDeleteBlessings to you and your family.
I hope you get it resolved. If not you'll be hiding behind the bushes waiting to ambush the carrier. ;)
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