What:
Miserable
When:
All day
Why:
Someone's mistake becomes my problem
Who:
The ones sorting the mail
How:
It all started a long time ago when my mainboard died. Finally, last week, i could afford sending it to my vendor, so that it could be replaced. I thought that today would be the day when my beloved
PC running
FreeBSD rose from the dead. Unfortunatly this proved to be wrong. I got down to the post office an hour ago to get my package.
Woman: "Uhm, i'm sorry, but this package has been shipped to
Verdal"
Me: *sighs* "Oh, that's only 10Km. So the package will be here in
Levanger tomorrow then?"
Woman: "No, i'm afraid that the package will first be sent to
Trondheim"
Me: *sighs even more* "Uhm.. That's 100Km away... why?"
Woman: "For sorting. If you're lucky you will have it the day after tomorrow"
Me: *sighs with an infinite sadness and heads towards the library where he would probably write a daylog*