Poof!

I was going to do the tag that Wreckless gave me, but I don’t really feel like it because I’m pissed!

You see, (sorry Pigeon, but I have to name the unmentionable) in February I pre-ordered my copy of Harry Potter from Amazon. Then we put our house up for sale in March, and then we sold. I did try to change the delivery address to our new place, but because it was a new construction the system wasn’t recognizing the postal code. I figured that, at worst, since we’ve done a change of address with Canada Post that they would manage to deliver the book at our new place. WRONG! Thank you for playing! Next!

Saturday, I was impatiently awaiting my book. Nothing came. I wanted to call the new owners in Stinky Pierrefonds to see if they received it by mistake, but Hubby kept saying to be patient. Yesterday morning I figured I would call Canada Post to find out what was happening. After waiting on the line for at least 20 min. I was told that my parcel was at a post office near our old house, and that they don’t redirect parcels anyway. The address change is only valid for letters and magazines. WTF? Why wasn’t informed of this when I requested the service?

Last night, Hubby and I made our way to the Waste Island and went to the little postal counter where packages for us would have been delivered in the past. That counter is located inside a convenience store. We get there, and there’s a note stuck to the door that the clerk would be back in 20 min. So we wait. When he showed up, that kid looked like life chewed him up and spat him out. Unreal. I walked in behind him and asked if he could help me. The empty look on his face made me want to smack him silly. He looked for a few minutes and then said “Uuuh, I don’t think we have it”. I went back to the car where Hubby was not a happy camper. I then decided to go to our old house and ask the new owners if they had received anything. Hubby suggested calling first. I did. After trying to explain the situation that I’m looking for either the book or the card left by the postman to get the parcel, I was ready to hit someone. (You see the new owners don’t really speak English nor French, so communicating with them isn’t easy at all.) We even went to another location (postal counter), just to be sure. Nothing to be found.

This morning I took a few big breaths and decided to call Canada Post again. I did. 3 times. The first time I was told that my parcel was in a drugstore in Montreal (not even that close to our new place). The second time I was told that it was at the office we went to last night. So, I called there and was told they had nothing for me there. Called back Canada Post to land on a girl who said that according to their system it should be in St-Laurent. Yet another location! I told her to do something because I was ready to pop a fuse. She decided to open an investigation to find out where that effing book is and to “maybe” have it re-direct to our new address.

Now, can you say that this Muggle is ready for some magic?!