So, I've been waiting at the CityLink depot for 30 minutes so far as other people have come and gone and the semi-fluent brain dead moron on duty here just keeps telling me someone is looking for my package. This genius just asked what my parcel looks like. How the fuck should I know?! Big enough to hold an airsoft revolver? Guy in queue behind me said he'd worked for them and when he saw the card, his heart sank.
Update: they found it at last. Apparently they'd damaged the scan code and couldn't read it. Well, guess that makes it all OK then.