G&G: Still needs some work

I’m going to have to agree with my colleague regarding the Guy & Gallard internet service. Rather than take her post as a cautionary tale, I thought “Cool! I can order online and pick up after I go to the post office!”

Long story short, the exact same thing happened to me. I said I’d pick up at the restaurant on Park & 31st and was told I actually had to go across the street. That store also wanted a credit card, but I’ve been riding my MasterCard like a porn star recently and wanted to give the poor thing a break. After a little negotiating I was able to get them to accept cash. I was then told that even though my order clearly states I’LL PICK UP, they had in fact sent it to my office.

Not a huge deal. They were very nice about it. Remade the whole thing and tossed in a free cookie.

I get back to my office and, naturally, run into the delivery guy who doesn’t believe me and wants to call the store. We were down in the lobby and the security guard wouldn’t let him use the phone, and I wasn’t going to prolong this by letting him up to my office, so he was SOL. He finally turns to leave. Then he stops and says, “What about my tip?” I wanted to laugh like Moira Kelly in The Cutting Edge when DB Sweeny keeps tripping on the toe pick, but I managed to bite my tongue and walk away. Irritation level: charcoal (equivalent to have one’s chair kicked repeatedly in a movie theatre). I admit this might be a bit of an overreaction, but I’m sick. There are construction people in my current office, and I have to come in on Saturday to move my stuff into my new office by myself. And I have 1.7 million things to do that are actually work related. All I want to do is get to my desk and kick back with my chicken noodle soup and egg salad sandwich while I catch up on some Gawker. I really don’t think that’s too much to ask.