The taxes are inevitable. It’s the graft that really gets to me.

Normally when I get things shipped to the house, it goes to the post office up the street from work or the Purolator depot five minutes’ drive away. They know me when I come in now. Both of those options are easy enough for me to deal with and don’t involve troubling the receptionist at work with whatever gadgets or DVD’s I’ve bought this month.

When I was ordering this thing, I’d just forgotten that UPS was a possibility. A horrible, dreadful possibility.

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You have to pay to RECEIVE your package? Weird. And awkward. No wonder the whole thing sucks for you. Around here, you pay any fees in full in advance–I don’t think there IS another option! So all you have to do if they leave you a notice is to sign the damned thing, stick it on your door for the next day, and they’ll cheerfully leave your package on your doorstep. Of course, you then take the risk of some punk walking away with it before you get home… Most folk I know simply ship stuff to their work place. But yeah, UPS can really thrash those boxes. I handle quite a bit of our incoming freight at work, and last week UPS delivered a box that had been completely ripped in half! Gah! FedEx isn’t much–if any–better, tho’.