Today I finally received the package with my teleconverter for the Contax – a Mutar II, by the way (to combine with my Sonnar 2.8/180 to make it a 360mm). Very nice.
Not so nice: the package had been here for almost a week, just not with me, but delivered to a shop in the building. I didn't have a note in my mailbox, nor was one hanging on the door. If one of the shop employees hadn't spoken to me, I would have sent even more angry emails to the shipper asking where my package was.
Even more absurd: on the entire package it's impossible to tell which delivery service actually brought it to me. There's a customs declaration from the sender (it came from the USA), but no customs stamp or notification papers. A package service doesn't just hand over a package like that to somewhere random – there will most likely be a customs invoice following that the delivery service will want payment for.
Well, it's not the first delivery service that thinks they can't find me (even though the entrance is simply on the side of the building), but in this case I find it quite outrageous.