Our 5 boxes came yesterday. Five big heavy boxes filled with cat litter and laundry detergent, among other things. And once again I'm reminded how miserable packers in the U.S. are. We only have items break when they've been packed up in America. I mean really, who would pack anything between 35 pound canisters of cat litter? And if you have several items that are square or rectangular, say... boxed items... why would you first put something roundish or lumpy on the bottom of the container so that when the boxed items go in they are all skewed? And why leave clothing in a box (that they were put into to hold them until the packers came) instead of using them as packing material?
Oh, I know it's our fault. We do this every time and assume they know what they're doing and don't step in when something doesn't seem right. No one likes to tell someone else how to do their job (well, not no one, but I sure don't... unless it's one of my kids and these shipping guys did not look anything like one of my kids) and I didn't say a word.
I told Ian in my next life I'm coming back as a packer. A packer that can figure out how to fit things together like a puzzle, not like those cartoons where if a piece doesn't fit they use a hammer to smash it in. Ugh. Mom, that nifty grater you'd been holding on for me... it didn't survive. It was one of the things between the cat litter.
No comments:
Post a Comment