I shop online frequently, for clothes and yarn mostly. Men’s clothes are easy to buy online as long as you’ve shopped that brand before and you know what size you wear. Pants are especially hard for me to find in stores, since I am now small enough to be a fairly common size, so I order online.
When I buy online…well, lets just say it’s not the immediacy of the shopping that makes me shop online. Yarn, especially, can get me a little crazy. So when it takes more than a while to get my shipment notification, I can end up thinking some pretty vicious/paranoid thoughts. “Somebody bought it out from under me and they’re going to try and sneak me something else! WELL! THEY CAN’T DO THAT TO ME!” or similar. Yeah, it’s sad. So when I finally get a notification I usually go “Oh, alright, well that’s good then.” But most recently, I was ashamed by the notice I got. It was handtyped by Leanne Hayne of Beaverslide Dry Goods, in which she said..
Hi Rodger,
Your order came to the top of the stack and your package will go out
tomorrow by Priority mail. I have been working my way through a
huge pile of holiday orders and I am finally beginning to see the
light of day! Sorry that it has taken longer than usual to ship your
package. I allow myself 7 business days but usually get them out
right away. We operate a working sheep ranch and I run my yarn
business by myself, so things have sort of gotten away from us
lately. Thanks so much for your patience and I hope that your yarn
arrives in Portland soon!
Kind regards from the cold and snowy Northern Rockies,
Leanne Hayne
Beaverslide Dry Goods
This nice lady even hoped that it would arrive soon! How nice is she?! And she was working her butt off to help all those people! Oh god, now I feel like a stupidhead. Dammit.
Maybe I should resolve to be more forgiving and kinder?
3 responses so far ↓
Bobbie // January 17, 2008 at 9:56 pm
A personal note as confirmation? Holy cow, batman! When does THAT ever happen?
James // January 26, 2008 at 7:03 pm
It’s okay, I’ve constantly got my foot in my mouth. I gave you a “You Make My Day” award, ’cause you do. You can get your very own button off of my blog.
shelly // January 31, 2008 at 10:15 am
What she didn’t say was at this time of year sheep ranching entails hauling one’s asterisk out of bed before dawn, loading a truck with hay if you didn’t do it yesterday because it was 30 below then and damn if it isn’t 30 below and windy on the Front Range today. The truck won’t start, so you have to either plug in the headbolt heater to warm the oil, or use my dad’s preferred method, setting a propane torch right under the oil pan. Then you may as well go in and have coffee and the wife is already up and has your breakfast all but cooked, so you both eat. Then you put on every piece of Carrhart and wool that comes to hand and she drives the truck while you throw hay off to the ewes. She was planning on getting yarn orders out, but you decide some of the ewes are looking ready to lamb and need to be moved into the lambing sheds today because the weather is supposed to get worse. Of course it will take both of you and one or two smart dogs to move these 200+ sheep. So the next day she plans on getting the yarn orders out, but the shearer calls and says he’s ready and will be out on Friday, but hell, the shearing motor needs a bearing, so Leann will have to go to Great Falls (200 miles round trip on icy roads, most of a day) to get one while you get the thing set up.
And so it goes. Leann is great, and so are you, Rodger, I was going to award the above award to you, but since you’ve already been awarded, I won’t re-award.
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