I’m not alone, am I?
When I order an item that is going to be shipped to me, I end up treating the delivery like a sport. Or a game. Or a contest. It’s kind of hard to describe.
I’ve got a little webpage on my computer that I use to track packages. It’s a simple page that contains three fieldsets, one for FedEx, one for UPS, and one for the USPS. I list my outstanding packages on the page as clickable links to the tracking system for the appropriate shipper.
I have no idea why I do this. I’ll track a package from point to point, as though my constant monitoring will somehow ensure that the package is not sucked into a shipping black hole. It makes no difference, of course, but I do it none the less.
I’m just not satisfied knowing that my package will be delivered on June 3. I need to know where’s it’s been.
I like trying to guess where it will pop up next. I like speculating (to myself, or Jaime when she’s in a “smile and nod” mood) as to whether the last leg or the next leg of my package’s journey was by truck or by air. I like trying to guess the number of hops my package will take before it gets to me. And I like trying to guess what time the package will actually be delivered.
I guess this all stems from living in our last apartment. It was our first apartment in downtown Savannah, and we foolishly chose to live in a less-than-safe neighborhood. To demonstrate this point, someone was murdered less than 100 yards from our old apartment a short three days after we moved out. Constantly checking the location of my package would allow me to schedule around the delivery so the package would spend as little time as possible sitting on my front porch for the world to steal. And yes, people would certainly steal a package. Since I have moved to Savannah, I have had two tiki-torches stolen from a fenced in back yard, and– believe it or not– I had my American Flag stolen from the rust-seized flagpole mounted on my house.
Now, though, we live in a much safer neighborhood (for Savannah, where murder is the number one cause of death for black males age 18-35). I have a delivery waiver on file with the major carriers, and they just dump the packages on the porch.
Another thing I like doing is comparing FedEx to UPS. Let me tell you, FedEx always beats UPS, no contest.
For example, I received a package today from ZipZoomFly containing two new hard drives for Jaime’s computer. ZZF ships FedEx 2-day for free, and I have never had a late package from them. Of course, FedEx will beat UPS Ground any day of the week, but even FedEx Ground beats the crap out of UPS Ground like a little brother.
Right now, I have a package from UPS that is on time, but has taken forever. I’ve got a couple of Heatsinks and Fans on the way (Thermalright XP-90 and a Zalman knock-off for those equally as geeky as me) from a company called SVC in California.
Here are the details:
May 26, 2005
7:59 P.M. BILLING INFORMATION RECEIVED
8:37 P.M. SAN JOSE, CA, US – ORIGIN SCAN
9:30 P.M. SAN JOSE, CA, US – DEPARTURE SCAN
May 27, 2005
1:32 A.M. SAN PABLO, CA, US – ARRIVAL SCAN
2:43 A.M. SAN PABLO, CA, US -DEPARTURE SCAN
Jun 1, 2005
3:56 A.M. MESQUITE, TX, US – ARRIVAL SCAN
5:38 P.M. MESQUITE, TX, US – DEPARTURE SCAN
Jun 2, 2005
2:49 A.M. NEW ORLEANS, LA, US – ARRIVAL SCAN
10:02 A.M.NEW ORLEANS, LA, US – DEPARTURE SCAN
9:48 P.M. JACKSONVILLE, FL, US – ARRIVAL SCAN
Jun 3, 2005
2:46 A.M. JACKSONVILLE, FL, US – DEPARTURE SCAN
Yeah, so, I’m going to get it tomorrown, but come on– 8 days?!?!
I know there has been a holiday and all, but it still seems excessive for it to take 8 days to get the package from California to Georgia.
Anyway, it’s late, and I’ve got package deliveries to dream about… g’night.