You know how when you have a big meeting and you prepare for it – statistics, graphs, slides, speech, cyanide pills – and then you go over and over every possible flaw until you march confidently into the board room and realize that everyone has an armadillo strapped to their head and their underwear is overflowing with Jell-o and then, no matter how brilliant your presentation, you know you’ll just be remembered as the freak who showed without an armadillo strapped to your head and without Jell-o oozing from your underwear? Well, I felt that way at the JASG’s dinner when all the Japanese had some kind of business card to exchange and I didn’t. So, I ordered some cards and got them yesterday.
Fortunately, the printed versions look better. I ordered them from VistaPrint and I have no complaint except for who they used to ship: DHL. In my opinion, DHL is the worst shipping company around with the possible exceptions of UPS, FedEx, and the post office (I've had problems with them all). The only one I've seen that's worse is RPS, which I didn't include since I think they went belly-up, a move that only marginally affected their delivery times.
This time wasn't too bad. According to DHL's tracking site they left my package sitting in Michigan for a couple of days, got it here, and attempted to deliver it but nobody was home. I contacted DHL who told me my only options were to be home during business hours (they said they don't deliver on Saturday), or leave a note on my door telling them to leave it there or deliver to a neighbor. None of those are acceptible options since the only thing I know about my neighbors is that one of them stole my keys. DHL said the note left on my door would provide further instruction, but there was no note. In the meantime, VistaPrint apologized and said they would try again to actually deliver what I bought. I was home sick Monday, thinking that at least I would finally get my package, when I checked DHL's tracking site again and found that they later updated it to say they dropped it at the office six hours after saying they would attempt delivery another day.
At least I got my package. This is much better than my friend who is forced to routinely deal with them. He says his local driver delivers by stopping in the road and flinging his packages onto his driveway. It's hard to write witty stories when life stays three steps ahead of anything I can fabricate.