I am updating this blog, simply TO VENT. Because I AM PISSED OFF.
I ordered SUPER EXPENSIVE boots (that I loved!) a week and a half ago. Curious, as to why its taking to long to deliver them (because nothing ever takes this long unless its from another f*cking country), I finally called the co and asked. They informed me that THEY WERE DELIVERED 3 DAYS AFTER I ORDERED THEM. AKA, a week ago from today. UM....WHAT?
I live in an apartment building. Typically, if noone is there (WHICH btw, I WAS HERE ALL DAY LAST THURSDAY), ups/fedex/usps leaves a note on or in the mailbox, and then gives them to the office.
Ok, usually this works out fine.
HOWEVER, the company informed me that someone signed for them. OK? Well. Fedex never left me a fucking note, first of all. Second of all....HAVE THEY REALLY BEEN SITTING IN THE OFFICE FOR A GODDAMNED WEEK and noone felt the need to INFORM ME? Seriously?!?!
After getting off the phone, I thought, PERFECT, I will go check now, because the office is open until 6 on Thusdays, PRESUMABLY for those people who actually have real jobs and don't get home until after 5. So I traipse down there and GUESS WHAT? In typical Jo luck, the office decided this was THE PERFECT DAY TO LEAVE EARLY.
So, not only do I not know whether someone stole my perfect boots, that have been MIA for a week at this point, I get to SIT AND WONDER ALL NIGHT whether the office is just fucking stupid, or whether there's someone stylin' out there with 150 dollar boots.
SO, I have hated this place for quite a while now anyways, between the dirty low-lifes they have started letting move in here, the strange smells, the shit-tastic "central air" and the general disdain I have for having to wash my clothes with those low-lifes, so I'm going to say this. DO NOT MOVE INTO PARK POINTE APARTMENTS on Wynne Ave in St. Paul. I hope that someone googling finds this. DON'T DO IT.
I am gone. I was on the fence, but this is just the last straw.
