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Being a school we get stuff delivered all the time, it all comes to us jannies. I'd guess that on average [outside of quickspend time, when it gets much worse] we get about ten deliveries a day. Mostly it's just a hassle, even the stuff I order for myself doesn't interest me. Until yesterday that is.

I saw the postie pass over a strangely-familiar looking box to one of my boys, "what's that?", I asked.

"Is says urgent educational material..."

"What!" I was over in a second; we had an OU brown-box situation here, someone was avid for its arrival. I read off the address. Someone I didn't know c/o a teacher who has left the building for good.

I took it to the ex-teacher's department planning to explain, there was nobody there so I just left it in their base assuming that it would be OK.  Mistake. I checked in often; the first time I encountered a human the box had been opened.

Is nothing sacred!

Jaw-dropped, I peeked in, religious studies, I was tempted to look further but this was another bod's books, there are boundaries. Boundaries which had already been crossed. I explained the necessity of immediate action.

"I'll send her an email". [The c/o is being referenced here.]

Something inside me screamed, "you couldn't phone her?", I asked.

"She'll be busy". Sod her routine I thought.

At this point I made the requisite noises and left, I was getting too excited.

Today I had a busy day and forgot to ask, after all if you trust your brown box to others you deserve what you get. Tomorrow I will ensure that if it hasn't got to its destination it will do.

I'm angry with me, for my lax attitude.