It Was Bound to Happen

The first major screw up has now occurred. Our passports are currently in transit from the U.K. They had to go there to get our Permanent Residents visa stamped into them (God only knows why the embassy in Canada can't do that, but that's a rant for another day). The timing on this wasn't stellar, as they would return pretty much during our house sale closing and what not. Of course, given the sensitivity of these documents, they have been shipped Signature Required.

Of course, wouldn't you know it, our passports are still in transit, the mail redirection that we'd set up with Canada Post started a day early. So now we have passports that require our signature to accept somewhere between Ottawa, Mississauga (their last known location) and Montreal (where the mail is being redirected to). A problem. I've contacted my father to make sure someone is home at all times for the next two days because they could sign for them if they are home.

If they aren't home and that lovely little card is put in their mail box, life become... more difficult.

Canada Post requires the person to whom the package is addressed to pick up the parcel, with valid ID that shows their current address. I don't have a current address. I have ID that shows where the parcel was originally destined for as my address and my father has ID that show that he now lives where the parcel is ending up, but really, there's nothing but the better judgment of the person working the parcel pick up area to put those two things together. So I'll be at the mercy of a civil servant. There are worse fates I'm sure.