Our office had to tell people it wasn’t on due too many Amazon nutters ordering shit every day.
As a Londoner I can say I have the privilege of being close to the sorting office so it’s no big deal.
Parcel Farce leave it at the local post office, which is even closer.
If I’m ordering from Amazon I’ll have it Pass My Parcel’d to the newsagent on the corner or the Amazon Locker in the supermarket on the way home. Never to the office. Try not to order from them in general but sometimes their price just cannot be beat.
Do have the odd thing sent to work but as a general rule I avoid it.
I take them donuts and cookies and stuff on a regular basis as a thank you.
Mate this is DiS there’s no nuance or context to excuse this - either you’re a raging Tory who enjoys exploiting post room workers to deal with your own personal shit they don’t get paid to do or you’re not. Moral binary. Which side are you on.
Tory Porch Tory Porch
love coming home and spotting a delivery bag/box in the porch
its not unpaid, theyre not doing it in their own time. if anything its ripping off the organisation you work for, its well fucking anarcho commie
Nah they’re working for you and you’re not paying them.
we’re smashing the system and you cant handle it
Anyone else get their stuff delivered to off licences/supermarkets/other places that accept deliveries?
Been doing this for about a year and I’m SO pleased I made the move. Like really fucking smugly pleased.
It is so much easier, but I do hate the whole…
“Ooohhh - what have you got? Lets have a look”
“It’s a load of weird albums/books”
“Oh… OK”
quite tempted to order a load of porn DVDs under my bosses name and get it delivered to the office.
Yup. We get John Lewis deliveries sent to the off-licence opposite the tube station.
the postie chaps the door and i answer it and he gives me my parcel
There’s a house just down the road who must always be in, because our parcels (and those of the neighbours upstairs and downstairs) always seem to get left with them.
It’s only ever been the bloke who’s answered the door when I’ve been over and he seems really nice, but apparently his wife gets really huffy about it.
My favourite place I’ve been to collect a parcel is from DPD at Oldbury. It was like I was going to visit a military base - Had to get buzzed in and go through a massive turnstile, then through a metal detector and then the bloke on the front desk had to escort me across the yard to the office where the parcels were held.
Also, Parcel Force have left my parcel at my ‘Local Post Office’ twice, only it isn’t the Post Office that’s a 5 minute walk away, it’s the one that’s a 5 minute drive away.
In which case that is 100% not Tory. Carry on japes… carry on.
I do this but the guy’s really fucking funny about sorting it out that it’s definitely for me.
Bloke in the off licence I get stuff sent to is hilarious. Tries to do the scan thing. It never works. He gets angry every single time. Like really angry. Keys the code in. Job done.
This has been going on for 18 months now.
the guy at mine is the same, so I make sure I buy a snickers or pack of fags or something to lighten his mood.