A nine and a half hour window

I slept on the couch last night… well okay, most of the day. No, my husband and I aren’t fighting. I was waiting for a “local carrier” to come pick up this dud of a laptop.

Somewhere between 8 am and 5:30 pm.

They officially have only 30 more minutes to come get it before I get REALLY annoyed.

First off, I’m a night owl. Both in job and in nature. So saying you could come pick up this package at 8 am is about like someone saying they’ll come by to get it at 2 am for most people. But since I’m the odd one here, I usually sleep on the couch if I have a delivery (or in this case, a pick up) coming. That way I won’t miss the knock on the door.

However, this is the first time I’ve had anyone give themselves a nine and a half hour window to do something. So I slept on the couch, and when my husband got called out last minute to move the bus around, I couldn’t go with him. All the errands I planned to run today didn’t happen. This is worse than waiting for a cable guy!

Why do you need a nine and a half hour window in the first place? Can’t you either, at least, say morning or afternoon? SOMETHING?

Frustrating.

Very frustrating.

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