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last night I slept with the phone by my bed. I expected to be woken up around 7:30am to the happy news that my goslings were waiting for me at the post office. 8:20am - no call, no goslings - the extra 40 minutes of sleep was nice, but WTF?
Was the phone still working - click, yep dial tone. I double checked the answering machine - nope, no message. I used the interwebs to get the phone number for our Post office and to discover they were not officially open till 9am and not answering their phones yet.
I called back at 9am, listened to the answering machine message long enough to be told they weren't answering phones till 9:30am.
Aww, man. So I called Metzer Farms to see if they could tell me if my geese had actually shipped. The nice girl on the phone told me that they were having trouble with the post office and many orders were not showing up after two days like they should, though my order had indeed shipped on Monday like it was supposed to. She indicated that an extra day of shipping could be very bad for the birds and asked me to contact them when the birds arrived so we could evaluate their condition.
Ulp, that didn't sound very hopeful. I thanked her for her help, and she was appreciative that I didn't hold her personally responsible for the failings of the US postal service (apparently other customers had been less than kind).
I called the post office at 9:30am and got the same message saying that they didn't answer phones till 9:30am. And again at 9:35am, 9:45am, and 10:00am.
Finally, at 10:05am I got a person. A rather unhelpful person who couldn't tell me if I had a package in, since packages wouldn't be sorted for another couple of hours (live animal packages are supposed to sort immediately, with the owner contacted as soon as possible for pickup). Also, she insisted that there were no birds there, after I told her I was expecting geese.
There was nothing left to do besides continue with my day, and try not to be too sad at the thought of goslings dying from being in transit for an extra day.
I got H up so she could go to a 4-H cooking meeting. On the way home from dropping H off I got a call on my cell from S. She let me know I had two messages from the Post Office. The babies were in! Phew.
S, C and I headed out right away. The lady at the Post Office was the same who gave us our duckings 2.5 years ago (and not the one I talked with on the phone earlier). She seemed as excited about the goslings as we were. She told us she couldn't resist peeking and it looked like she may have even given them some water. I wish I had thanked her for that when I was picking up the babies.
We got them safely home and the goslings seemed no worse for wear from their extra 4 hours in their box.
Shipping box.
C.
S.
C and S.
C.
H.
Was the phone still working - click, yep dial tone. I double checked the answering machine - nope, no message. I used the interwebs to get the phone number for our Post office and to discover they were not officially open till 9am and not answering their phones yet.
I called back at 9am, listened to the answering machine message long enough to be told they weren't answering phones till 9:30am.
Aww, man. So I called Metzer Farms to see if they could tell me if my geese had actually shipped. The nice girl on the phone told me that they were having trouble with the post office and many orders were not showing up after two days like they should, though my order had indeed shipped on Monday like it was supposed to. She indicated that an extra day of shipping could be very bad for the birds and asked me to contact them when the birds arrived so we could evaluate their condition.
Ulp, that didn't sound very hopeful. I thanked her for her help, and she was appreciative that I didn't hold her personally responsible for the failings of the US postal service (apparently other customers had been less than kind).
I called the post office at 9:30am and got the same message saying that they didn't answer phones till 9:30am. And again at 9:35am, 9:45am, and 10:00am.
Finally, at 10:05am I got a person. A rather unhelpful person who couldn't tell me if I had a package in, since packages wouldn't be sorted for another couple of hours (live animal packages are supposed to sort immediately, with the owner contacted as soon as possible for pickup). Also, she insisted that there were no birds there, after I told her I was expecting geese.
There was nothing left to do besides continue with my day, and try not to be too sad at the thought of goslings dying from being in transit for an extra day.
I got H up so she could go to a 4-H cooking meeting. On the way home from dropping H off I got a call on my cell from S. She let me know I had two messages from the Post Office. The babies were in! Phew.
S, C and I headed out right away. The lady at the Post Office was the same who gave us our duckings 2.5 years ago (and not the one I talked with on the phone earlier). She seemed as excited about the goslings as we were. She told us she couldn't resist peeking and it looked like she may have even given them some water. I wish I had thanked her for that when I was picking up the babies.
We got them safely home and the goslings seemed no worse for wear from their extra 4 hours in their box.
Shipping box.
C.
S.
C and S.
C.
H.
