Last Friday seemed like any other day, until my work laptop began throwing tantrums. Tasks that were usually snappy took ages to finish, and I was barred access to a crucial website. As a newly started project for a fresh client unfolded, I anticipated some bumps along the way, but nothing like this. Two help desks and countless hours later, the verdict came in around 3 pm: I needed a new laptop. The address was verified, and a promise of overnight delivery was made – fingers crossed for Saturday morning or, at worst, Monday or Tuesday’s first light.
I received the tracking link and according to the link, I am to get my new laptop by 9:30am on Saturday, the next day. I am thinking that this is great. This is what I would expect for overnight delivery.
Saturday morning began with excitement as I received an email informing me that my item had arrived at the local FedEx branch, with delivery expected by 9:30 am. Perfect! This meant I could have my laptop set up and ready to go before Monday, making the start of the week much smoother. FedEx truly is impressive!
However, the excitement was short-lived when, just a few hours later, I was hit with a delayed delivery email. My package wouldn’t arrive until Monday morning. It was puzzling as to why it would take so long to transport the package to my house, but at this point, I’d lowered my expectations – if the laptop arrived by next week, it would be a blessing.
Fast forward to Monday morning, and a notification indicates that my long-awaited package has finally left the facility and is en route for delivery. The anticipated arrival time remained at 9:30 am. Someone needed to sign for it. With upcoming meetings occupying my schedule, I enlisted my son to eagerly await the knock at our front door. At 9:09 am, the moment of truth arrived – my package was successfully delivered!