I Pit Fed-Ex. My company expressed a package to my office and paid $500 for the delivery. Found out it WAS delivered: last week to the wrong office a 1/2 mile away.
So Fed Ex, realizing the mistake, just picked up the package and delivered it to the right address? Easy Peasy Right?
NOOOOOOooooooOOOOO! Of course not they took it allllll the way back to their warehouse where it has been sitting since Monday. I need this fucking thing by tomorrow. So after sorting out all of the above emailed Fedex last night. No response.
I called Fedex this morning and the CSR rep said the guy at the warehouse should have it and will call me back to let me know when it is being delivered or if I can pick it up.
Did he call? You know the answer to that question.
Now here it is 530om I’m exhausted and I have waited a HALF FUCKING hour at the warehouse waiting for someone to locate and bring me my fucking package I should have had a week ago to begin with.
Fed Ex: WHERE IS MY FUCKING PACKAGE, ASSHOLES???
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What kind of races? Stock cars? Bikes? Motocross? Dog/Horse/Tortoise races?
People, read over your post before you Submit Reply, and read it as someone who doesn’t know what your hobbies are, what your kids are up to, and the cutesy name you have for your spouse or pets. Seriously, I panic when someone types “George hasn’t eaten in four days, I think he might be near the end.”… only to spend an evening looking back through the archives to find out George is one of your last dozen surviving Sea Monkeys.
We’ve had so many instances lately of people using acronyms and terms that aren’t readily guess-able, and I’m feeling left out until I do some research.
Update after an HOUR finally a human being showed up and confirmed what I feared: they can’t find the package.
Bad enough but it should not have taken me driving to the facility and waiting like a jerk so long to find this out! TERRIBLE service!
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So sorry. Did not mean to cause you upset. Hot Springs, AR. is known for it’s horse racing. Oaklawn Park is big shit around these parts.
IPA
(I personally apologise)
Horses. Arkansas and Kentucky (among others) shove horses down your throat as soon as you land. Not good places to visit if you happen to not give a flying fig about horses. I spent a single-day eternity in Louisville once: every minute which wasn’t work was horses. The airport was horses. The hotel was horses. My coworkers were surprised that I was not, nor had I ever been, horse-crazy. “But you’re a girl!” Yes, from a place where the inmense majority of girls would, if they want horses, like them to say BMW on the side and have between 750 and 1000 cc (Honda is also acceptable). The biggest baseball bat in the world wasn’t covered in horses but by that point looked apologetic about it…
I assumed horse racing was the default for “racing”, but i thought that was a strictly Kentuckian trait. I pictured Arkansas as less hoity-toity, so figured it’d be dogs. Or motorcycles. Or dogs on motorcycles.
There is dog racing in West Memphis, AR. There is a stock car track close to me in Prescott, AR. Arkansas has it all.
Come visit, it’s eye-opening.
ETA, you can go Bigfoot hunting in Foulke, AR.
Sorry, normally I prefer context too, but in this case it was just a silly aside to Beck. This was horse racing, which only went on for about 5-6 weeks, but was a major event in Hot Springs. Family, friends and I would occasionally find an open spot outside the fence to peek at the races when there was nothing else to do. Not that earth-shattering a moment to be sure.
I have never drank the water. Or taken a bath. Unless you count the times I stayed at the Arlington Hotel. I think maybe their water came from the springs. Never even looked inside a bath house.
I used to have a summer job to where I walked from my dad’s office, and that was down Bathhouse Row. Never got to try them out though. I always wondered if I’d see a “retired gangster” there.
Up in the northern part of the state, the Ozarks had Outhouse Row.
fivethirtyeight.com has yet another article out about how somebody “broke” a sport. In this case it’s a very tall basketball-playing dude who has apparently “broken” basketball. In the past it’s been the Golden State Warriors “breaking” basketball, and a couple of baseball strategies or players “breaking” baseball, and no doubt a quidditch player or two “breaking” quidditch.
For whatever reason I found myself being irritated by that usage the first time I saw it. By now it’s just old and tired, assuming it ever was fresh to begin with.
I like to play Flash games, sometimes at work (shh, don’t tell).
Used to be, if you muted the tab in Firefox, then the music/noise wouldn’t play. That is no longer true, and I end up having to mute my speakers (which sometimes means I miss important notifications).
I don’t know that it is a Flash thing, but I strongly suspect it.
