Just a bit of of rant to get it off my chest...
I ordered some things from Amazon a couple of days ago (nothing that OcUK sells) and the delivery was due on Wednesday 27/5 with free delivery. OK, that's fine. I'll make sure I get up early on 27/5. I usually work very late shifts, so my day is time-shifted. But as long as I know the delivery day in advance, it's not a big problem.
Then I got an message on Fri 22/5 telling me that the delivery would be on Sunday 24/5. Well, OK. A bit annoying to have things changed without even asking me, but OK.
This morning at 0916 when I was of course in bed, a message was sent telling me that delivery had been changed again and it would be delivered today. Because to hell with the customer. Why give a damn about them? Why should a company care what plans their customers have made based on what the company has told them?
When I got up around 1400 I saw that message, went to parcel tracking and was told that the delivery had been handed to me at 1124. I looked carefully in my bed, but despite the claim on Amazon's website the delivery driver had not teleported into my house and put the parcel in my hand as I slept. They'd just left it on the doorstep. Of a house without any front garden, so the doorstep is on the public pavement. Because to hell with Amazon's customers, they're just an inconvenience to Amazon logistics. Keep changing the delivery date so they can't plan anything. Leave the parcel in a public place on a public street so it can easily be stolen and lie about what you did with it. Customers? **** 'em.
It's not just Amazon, of course. Last week one of my neighbours asked me if I'd recieved a parcel for them. They'd come home to find a card from Hermes stating that a parcel (presumably delivered on a random day different to the day they'd been told it would be delivered on) had been left with their neighbour at <indecipherable scribble>. Wasn't left with me. Wasn't left with the neighbour on the other side. Eventually they found their parcel in the wheelie bin that happened to be on the pavement that day because it was collection day.
People sometimes ask me why I still do most of my shopping at physical shops. This is why.
I ordered some things from Amazon a couple of days ago (nothing that OcUK sells) and the delivery was due on Wednesday 27/5 with free delivery. OK, that's fine. I'll make sure I get up early on 27/5. I usually work very late shifts, so my day is time-shifted. But as long as I know the delivery day in advance, it's not a big problem.
Then I got an message on Fri 22/5 telling me that the delivery would be on Sunday 24/5. Well, OK. A bit annoying to have things changed without even asking me, but OK.
This morning at 0916 when I was of course in bed, a message was sent telling me that delivery had been changed again and it would be delivered today. Because to hell with the customer. Why give a damn about them? Why should a company care what plans their customers have made based on what the company has told them?
When I got up around 1400 I saw that message, went to parcel tracking and was told that the delivery had been handed to me at 1124. I looked carefully in my bed, but despite the claim on Amazon's website the delivery driver had not teleported into my house and put the parcel in my hand as I slept. They'd just left it on the doorstep. Of a house without any front garden, so the doorstep is on the public pavement. Because to hell with Amazon's customers, they're just an inconvenience to Amazon logistics. Keep changing the delivery date so they can't plan anything. Leave the parcel in a public place on a public street so it can easily be stolen and lie about what you did with it. Customers? **** 'em.
It's not just Amazon, of course. Last week one of my neighbours asked me if I'd recieved a parcel for them. They'd come home to find a card from Hermes stating that a parcel (presumably delivered on a random day different to the day they'd been told it would be delivered on) had been left with their neighbour at <indecipherable scribble>. Wasn't left with me. Wasn't left with the neighbour on the other side. Eventually they found their parcel in the wheelie bin that happened to be on the pavement that day because it was collection day.
People sometimes ask me why I still do most of my shopping at physical shops. This is why.