The Lu.pron saga continued.
Me being me, I called Fed.ex to make sure that the direct signature requirement was removed from the delivery. The lady on the phone told me
- Nope the request is not honored, so a direct signature is still required at the time of delivery
- It says on the request that Isabelle was the one who requested for it, not the pharmacy, so therefore it was not honored
- She could ask for the package to be sent and held at a nearby facility, but it sometimes takes 24 hours to process, so I may not be able to pick it up tonight
- The window of delivery was set at 11:05 and 2:45pm
- There is nothing she can do to change anything
At that point, I was super annoyed and frustrated. Why tell me that the shipper could change the signature requirement if it wasn’t going to be honored? I need the meds tonight. I needed to make a quick decision to figure out what to do. That involved canceling a couple of clients and bringing work home for the rest of the day. Fortunately, everybody was very understanding of my situation. All the parents were good as I rescheduled them for another time. My supervisor was understanding although I didn’t really tell her what was going on.
I figured if I left then, I could arrive home between the window of delivery. As I pulled onto the street before I would make a turn to go home, I saw a Fed.ex truck making a turn somewhere. I literally got a glimpse of it. That was 15 minutes before the beginning of the delivery window. My instinct told me that the truck came to my house already. I pulled into my driveway, ran over to my door, and saw the door tag. I grabbed it quickly, jumped back into my car, and drove to the direction of the truck. Of course I didn’t see it at the intersection where I had seen it earlier. I drove down this long road and made a decision to turn right and right again. Don’t ask me how I knew but I just tried. And there it was, the Fed.ex truck. The guy just walked out from a house so I drove up to him, told him that I missed his delivery, and handed him the door tag. He gave me the package and let me sign his little hand device.
Phew. The one thing that I was afraid of was that I did all of this for nothing, rushing home finding that I had already missed the guy.
At least I caught him and now that box of Lu.pron is sitting on my kitchen counter.
Drama drama drama. I guess it makes a good story now there is a happy ending?