On Sat morning, my Progesterone suppositories were supposed to be left at our doorstep. I had left town early to go to a conference with my Mom. Hubby was upstairs in the tub when he heard the knock at the door, but knew that we had given them the usual instruction to leave the meds. They knocked again, so he got out of the tub and threw some clothes on in time to see the FedEx man driving away with a note stuck to our door that they'd tried to deliver my medicine, but needed a signature to deliver. They would try again Monday morning....
Hubby called FedEx headquarters which were in another country. The best they said they could do was call the local dispatcher here who could put in a phone call to the truck driver to see if he'd come back. Three hours later, Hubby called headquarters again to find out that the phone call to the local dispatcher had never been made. Hubby went to the local FedEx, and even though it said on the sheet that they were open, they clearly were locked up and not open at all.
He made a final call to headquarters and found out that the truck drivers were due back at 6pm and he might be able to catch them then. He went out to find that they'd all completed their routes early and had already been back and left for the day.
So, now I don't have enough suppositories to get me through the weekend. All because Mr. BioScrip supervisor marked the wrong box while "fixing" our problem.
I feel like the little boy on the YouTube video: Is this for real? Is this real life?