Frustrated to Tears

On March 6th when I left the 

Norwegian Breakaway,

I left my cherished little black Moleskine notebook.

 I had carefully arranged my treasures in the

space above my bed.

That's my pink Kindle in the center,

my iridescent travel journal on the left, and,

although it can't be seen, my black Moleskine

is on the right.
(If you click on the pic below to enlarge, you can just
see the outline of it.)

Big mistake.

Why did I take it?

Well, because it had my passwords written in it.

Sometimes I need them for the internet on the ship.

But...

it also had stories from days of Jack's illness.

Precious stories not recorded anywhere else.

I was heartsick.

As soon as I realized I had left it, I called Norwegian.

"No, we haven't received any information about it."

My room steward and I had been very cordial, so

I just knew he would turn it in.

Several days later I called Norwegian again.

The girl I talked to sounded strange and asked to

put me on hold.

When she came back she said she had not 

wanted to get my hopes up until she talked 

to her supervisor, but that it had been located

and was en route to the Miami office.

She said her supervisor would call when it arrived.

I subsequently got a voice mail from a man with Norwegian

 who said he was UPS'ing the notebook to me.

He was most concerned, however, that I send him

a check or a money order by return mail

for the amount of the postage!

The doorbell rang this afternoon.

It wasn't UPS, but it was FedEx.

I fought Charleigh-Girl off and went gleefully out

onto the front porch...to sign!

The very young man held my package but said

that it was C.O.D. (!) and that there was

no amount shown to charge me.

He fumbled, he scanned, and he called someone.

Very apologetically he told me that

he was going to have to take my package back!!!

He said he would get in big trouble with

Norwegian if he left it without collecting.

Well the whole world is in trouble with me!

Was it Norwegian's fault for not putting the amount

of the C.O.D.?

Or not trusting me to pay the postage?

Or was it FedEx's fault for letting the package

get all the way to me before discovering 

the mistake?

Ultimately I have to realize that it was

my fault.  I'm the one who left it.

I should have known better 

than to take it in the first place.

I should have noticed when I put it there so neatly

that it couldn't be seen.

And now I have to worry about not being here

tomorrow if it is re-delivered.

I have important appointments 

(hair and nail related).

Goodness knows it won't be left without the money!


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Follow up the very next day...

I called FedEx, and talked to someone very nice and
sympathetic who assured me my package
would be delivered late today.
And here it is:

 That's my room number--10507

I will do no more complaining.
(But it was Norwegian's fault!)
It is a miracle I got this back.
My name was not written in it at all.
There is a timeline of Jack's illness on the
front page.

And I will never, ever take my "little black book"
on another trip!
But I may sleep with it under my pillow tonight.
"Thank you, Lord, for your undeserved favor
to me."