Getting a delivery and sending one.

 

Small idea...Sending a package in Port Charlotte, Florida via UPS to out of state. Hubby brought it over to their local store a little, only a little over a mile from our house, in the Promenades Shopping Center, for shipping on Saturday.

So today, I called there when I tried to track the package and would put the number in, and it was not to be found!

And me, with my lack of ability of any patience the person at the store, Breanna, was very pleasant and helpful.

Verifying that it was sent UPS not USPS, she said so many get them mixed up.

I assured her that I knew the difference, and I read to her the same message that I was getting, I also gave her my tracking number.

"UPS could not locate the shipment details for this tracking number. Details are only available for shipments made within the last 120 days. Please verify your information."

We both thought the time span was rather a long one since this one had been only two days! LOL. Breanna then suggested, perhaps one of the zeros was actually an "o", and maybe the numbers I read to her were wrong. But then she pulled the receipt on her side and saw that they were all zeros, so that wasn't the problem. Then she felt that since today is the day it would most likely be going out that perhaps there was a delay and that I could try back after 5:30 P.M., and I said I would.

The item is a present for someone who I do not believe reads my blog, but I am being mysterious and cautious in case they do, okay? 

The other thing that I did not mention to Breanna was that I am also getting a package today delivered by UPS, and my first concern was I might be in the wrong location to track an out-going package when I was also tracking one to be delivered here.

But duh, they are the same location!

It's been a while since I have had to track my own packages...Coincidentally, years ago, one of my first jobs out of college was working as a credit manager for Lord and Taylor's at the Fashion Center in Ridgewood NJ, I had worked there during my six weeks twice a year of work classes while still, a student at L.I.M. and part of the job was that I also had to track packages. In fact, I worked there from when I was engaged to the wedding 15 months later until the eighth month of my pregnancy which was 14 1/2 months later, yes our Number One Son was born 15 months after we married, he was two weeks early, and then we moved a hundred miles south. This is why I never went back. I also had the fun job of modeling their gorgeous clothes in their Bird Cage restaurant periodically. They used in-house models, I had modeled from the age of seven, first for Sterns in the Garden State Plaza in Paramus NJ where I was taught the turns, etc., and then Ohrbachs in the Bergen mall in Maywood, as an employee while going to high school. I was also an elf at Christmas time and a caroler with other employees during the holidays too, including Hubby that is where we met at Ohrbachs. Work was so much fun in those days!

No online in those days, or even computers, the long numbers have remained, and we did everything over the landline/phone! And the customers' files were in paper files in a filing cabinet!

Ah... memories!

 And so we must go for now...

Please be smart, as well as safe.

Have a very pleasant night.

Count those blessings, and we will too!

Next time, please be here or be square, ya hear!

Aussie, say Good day!

I am Aussie, not being from Australia, but American-made. I will comply anyway for the fun of it,... so I will say good day!

I am called Aussie because my Mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl, who had been looking at me, in the crate at the adoption site that day what she thought I should be named. And without a second thought, the teenager had said, Aussie! She was just looking, by the way,... so Mom did not steal me from her.
We never did find out the girl's name, and Mom liked the name Aussie too. We have since found out that it is a very common name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon though,...some might say even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd. Here is an interesting factoid, I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd but,...as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now three years old, so I am the baby, though tipping the scales around seventy pounds, HA! A very big one! 
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. Below is my new PIC that had been taken on the birthday that I share with my Dad, but Dad is much, much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, February 16, 2018, his brother's birthday.

                            3 months................................................3 years

No tail/tale publishing circa 2018. 

Get it? I was born without a tail, preferable for all Australian Shepherds; only one out of five are born that way!

                                           

Hello, I am Bella, a Maltese Yorkie, a Morkie, and I might be five years old. The middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies that go along with all that! Being the only girl has its rewards, as well as difficulties...We are all rescues, so no one knows for sure our ages. I was turned in from my previous family, stating, that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog, they had said that I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, on clear the shelters' day!Oh, by the way, my record's called me Belle, and so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!

And please don't forget me, I am Chance a Bichon Frise! I am six years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps in with Dad, till after seven! I enjoy a good tug-of-war on the ropes that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted on January 23, 2020. 

I was wandering the neighborhood for days and then saw Aussie and Bella in their living room window so I hung out there... The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening? 

Now my name of Chance is because I was given another chance, could be only the second one or perhaps more... The animal control lady came out to see if I had a chip with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason being, that if no one claimed me I want to give him a second chance! So that is how I got the name Chance!

Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!