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Tuesday, October 05, 2004

the Package Depot (or, why I greatly dislike Boston)

So, for the first month of school, instead of packages being sent to each house's supers office they go to this package depot (three tin shacks on the MAC quad). So, because its supposedly closing tomorrow, future of remaining packages unknown, I went on a whim today (and well, if my econ textbook doesn't arrive soon, I'm gonna flunk)
Me: Hi, I think a package might have arrived, its probably smallis-
PD man (barking): Whats the number? gotta have a number
Me: uh, 348
him (continuing): all the talking in the world won't do any good if you don't have a number
Me (staring at the haphazard stack of boxes): I, um, just wanted to help describe-
him: There it is. Didn't need a description, did we?

off I slunk, overpriced shiny new econ textbook in hand. Did he ask for my ID to make sure it was my amazon box? no. Did I receive any notification at all I had a package? no. Do I have the courage to go back to see if my (also desperately needed) seminar books have arrived? um, don't think so.........

ARGH. I miss Washington.

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