Today’s story is about tiredness, mistakes and a very happy ending, brought about by some super cool people at NZ Post.
It all began when I sat at my computer one evening, exhausted and fed up with my enormous workload, and decided to give myself to a yarn treat as a reward for all the long hours I had been doing.
So, I selected a couple of super pretty colours and a couple of different bases, filled in my address (double-checking that the suburb was there… have lost yarn in the mail before because it possibly went to the wrong suburb and despite the best efforts of the post office, the mail was never found…) and sent off the order. Went to bed.
Order confirmation was sitting in my mailbox the next day, but I didn’t bother looking at it.
Shipping confirmation came through a few days later, to which I thought “Great! That was quick!” but didn’t bother looking at it.
A couple of days later, I thought I’d just read the confirmations. My heart sank to the bottom of my toes and my blood ran cold. Somehow, my street address was missing from the order!!!
In a panic, I emailed Tanis to ask if perhaps the order information did not contain all the address information?
No, unfortunately that was all I had entered. Oh damn! Oh horror! In my paranoia checking that the suburb was right, I must had somehow deleted the street address. Oh the anguish of a knitter who has lost a precious parcel of yarn!
I emailed NZ Post – would they be able to identify the package in the ‘undeliverable’ pile? Only if there was a tracking number attached, came the apologetic reply. Unfortunately, there was no tracking number.
Defeated, I figured that would teach me a lesson for buying things when I was half asleep. I resigned myself to waiting for the mail to chug all the way back to Canada, and then be re-addressed and find its way to me eventually.
And there the story may well have ended, except that a few days later, what should I find in my mailbox, but THIS!!
I nearly died of surprise. How on earth had it got to me? There was no redirection advice on the parcel, and the timing involved would have meant that the parcel went straight through the system until it got to my local postal centre.
The only conclusion I could come to was that my fabulous post man/local sorting room had somehow worked out where the parcel was meant to go, and delivered it!!!! What superstars!! Nothing else but human memory would have connected the dots so that a parcel addressed to me, in my suburb in Wellington, but with no street address information would actually find its way to my door. Someone actually bothered to work out where the parcel should go and did not just toss it in the ‘don’t know, don’t care’ pile!
I had a very large smile on my face for the rest of the day. It was a heart warming moment, all thanks to the amazing peeps at New Zealand Post. Thank you guys, you are the best!!