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once the package left the hands Royal Mail and into the USPS it didn't update until it was at my local post office. I do know it went through O'Hare because Royal Mail tracking said that was where it was enroute to but evidently they never scanned it. To get the seeds I actually had to destroy the item. AND an additional 5 Blue Dream autos as an unexpected surprise.

I germ'd 3 of the blue dreams, 1 blue mystic, 1 THC snow, all sprouted successfully. So basically for the price of 10 seeds I wound up with 28. Imvery happy and I figured I'd post about my experience since it was a positive one. And yes, I was sweating bullets the whole time waiting for the order and checking tracking CONSTANTLY.[/Q you. This was my first order from a seed bank and only my 4th grow. It needed somewhere that shipped to the US, in a non legal state, who would take credit/debit cards.

I did get a tracking number, after emailing them to request it. once the package left the hands Royal Mail and into the USPS it didn't update until it was at my local post office. I do know it went through O'Hare because Royal Mail tracking said that was where it was enroute to but evidently they never scanned it. To get the seeds I actually had to destroy the item. AND an additional 5 Blue Dream autos as an unexpected surprise. I germ'd 3 of the blue dreams, 1 blue mystic, 1 THC snow, all sprouted successfully. So basically for the price of 10 seeds I wound up with 28. Imvery happy and I figured I'd post about my experience since it was a positive one. And yes, I was sweating bullets the whole time waiting for the order and checking tracking CONSTANTLY. One of the great benefits of working in car sales is the freedom. By that I mean, if I ever get tired of a place, or just want a change of scenery, all I have to do is clean out my desk and leave. ) With my experience, I know I can go anywhere in the United States and find a job at another dealership the same day , with no interruption in income. I had heard about a new dealership in another state, in a town I always wanted to live in, so I drove down there on my off day to check things out. It was a brand new building in a great location, they were selling a product I believed in, and they were fully committed to success. This was proven by their numbers, which were more than double what my current dealership was doing. So I decided to quit my job and start over at Faustian Motors. Unfortunately, things are not always as they appear. The first warning sign that something was wrong was when they asked me to go to a local lab and give them a pint of blood. I was used to doing urine tests, and even had a small patch of hair removed once for drug testing. But I had never been asked to give blood before -- much less a pint -- and I thought it was a bit odd. I asked my General Sales Manager, Jim Teufel, why they did it, and he said something to the effect that I was lucky, then added: "When I first started working for Mr. Faust, they asked for my soul!" And then he laughed maniacally. "This guy has a strange sense of humor," I thought, but I was so excited by the prospect of a new job I quickly forgot his ominous words. When I interviewed, I asked what the dealership's hours were. Teufel told me "Eight in the morning until 7:30 at night. This became apparent at the very first sales meeting I attended, when one of the managers tore into a salesman who had arrived a few minutes before eight, telling him "If you're five minutes early, you're late!" Only in car sales do you hear this kind of logic, where you're late even if you're early.

I filed it away as typical car sales BS and told myself to be sure to get there the next day by 7:45. A day or two later, the salesperson at the desk next to mine looked around the room, checking to see if any managers were around, then leaned over and whispered: "What time do you think we'll get out of here tonight?" "What do you mean?" I asked. I had been told the dealership closed at 7:30, so I figured we'd get out of there around 7:30. The other salesperson laughed grimly when I said that. "Last week we didn't get out of here until 10 o'clock at night, every night." Before I could say anything else the other salesperson turned away abruptly and pretended to be making a sales call. "Good evening, good evening, boys!" he said, smiling. He had a funny accent, kind of like Bela Lugosi, but he seemed nice enough so I didn't give it any thought.

That night I found out that the salesperson next to me wasn't joking. It had been a slow day and none of us had sold a car. I don't think I even "upped," or said hello to, a single person. When 7:30 came around I gathered my things and stood, ready to leave, but was quickly told we were supposed to wait until the manager on duty dismissed us. I asked my buddy, "Hey, do you think he knows it's eight o'clock?" The other salesperson looked at me.

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