Thursday, February 24, 2011
Rant #451: My Paper, Where Is My Paper?
I still enjoy reading the newspaper in the morning as I eat breakfast and prepare for my day.
I love poring through the pages--starting with the sports section, of course--and reading what is going on in my world.
I love getting the paper delivered to my home, because this way, I can have it at my doorstep before 5:30 a.m.
I don't have my newspaper today, and I am sad.
The paper was not delivered to my home by 5:30, and the fact of the matter is, I still don't have it, and it is some time afterward.
This is not a rare occurrence. For some reason, starting about six weeks ago, the newspaper is either not being delivered or it is coming very, very late.
I have complained about this, and I have been told that delivery is GUARANTEED by 5:30 a.m.
Funny, it is beyond an hour past that time, and I don't have my newspaper.
I have told the customer service representative that I will stop my subscription if this continues.
Of course, I told them that two weeks ago, I started getting the paper at an earlier time, but it has gotten progressively worse, leading up to today, when I don't have my newspaper.
I don't want to hear excuses--I want my morning paper.
And no excuse is a valid one. You see, about 16 years ago, I was an adult newspaper delivery person, working overnight to get the daily newspaper to subscribers.
I needed money to supplement my income, and then, when I lost my job, I need the job to live. It didn't pay much, but at least it kept me in groceries for the week.
I delivered the New York Times seven days a week, and later the New York Post, too.
I delivered in all different weather conditions, including the massive snow we received early in 1995.
I also delivered the newspaper around the birth of my son that year.
It was the hardest, easiest job I ever had. However, the hours screwed around with my body. It is hard to go to sleep early, wake up after a few hours, go to work, and then come home and go to sleep for a few hours.
But I did it, for more than a year, until I got my current job.
Anyway, through all this, I still don't have my newspaper.
Woe is me!
Posted by Larry at 3:24 AM