Standing inside the side door just as the mailman decides to pound on it. This guy is good, he can wake the dead. Hands me a parcel and bolts. I'm expecting something, so, okay.
No, wait. It is a parcel I mailed on Sat with a Paypal shipping label.
Seems it was sorted for delivery to me instead of my customer in Las Vegas. Righty-o. No markings, no nothing, other than my shipping label. Righty-o. Phone CP and I get prompted to input the tracking number and the machine tells me it is in the system. No it is not, it is in my hand. Press "0" for assistance.
Guy comes on and he inputs the number. Line goes dead. He hasn't heard this one before. Okay, so he says he will void the label and send me a refund. Righty-o.
A few hours later I go to print another label. Can't. The label I printed is still live. Can't void it in Paypal 'cause the 48 hour window is closed.
Now WTF do I do?
Part ll. Printing off payment summaries. Everything is normal until one says I am shipping ePacket from Singapore. I look out the window. Unless Singapore is -40C with snow up to here, I ain't in Singapore.
I mean, like, whatta do, eh? Sigh.
