The Predator should have arrived today. Checked my mails, which revealed that the company said *hurr durr* we are delivering tomorrow. Checked where my package is: Dorsten (5 mins away from my house with a bike).
Called the fuckers and said (tl.; dr.): "Yeah I know I paid you to do deliver my package, but let me just grab it from you so we can all move on."
Dude from the delivery company: "Oh no Sir, this is not possible".
Me: "Dude why? I just offered to your job for free."
Dude: "You know the company you ordered your stuff from brought it really late".
Me: "You are not answering my question!"
Dude: "Your request is not in line with our terms of service."
Me: "Scheiß' auf deine AGBs. Der Rechner sollte gestern oder heute hier sein und ich sehe ihn hier niergends. Also bin ich entweder blind oder ihr habt nicht das getan wofür ihr bezahlt werdet. Ich nehme zur Kenntnis, dass Sie nicht in der Lage sind Ihren Job zu machen noch dass ihr mir eine Kompensation anbietet, also nehmen Sie bitte zur Kenntnis dass Ihre Firma von mir keine Aufträge mehr erhält."
(Translation: Fuck your terms of service!!!!)
And I hung up.
In hindsight I regret my tantrum. I should have get his boss on the line and should have pretended that Im some boss ass streamer that makes his living playing games or something. I could have had my laptop today. Sometimes I hate my tantrums.
So yeah, fuck me.