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Oh, the pace!
Apr. 17th, 2001 08:30 amMy planning skills leave something to be desired.
I should never have let this current situation to occur. Both in the store and between my ears. Yesterday, just the sound of a vacuum cleaner (the copier guy fixing the machine) was enough to make me want to run away, screaming at the top of my lungs.
I spent a couple of hours last night reviewing how to do the daily report with Lee. Taken that slow, it seems like a completely mind-numbing, inordinately complicated process.
It probably is.
Right now, I've got my clothes packed (they're all dirty...whoopee!...since the washer went on the fritz) and just about all of my other "stuff" (cables, batteries, keyboards, disks) taken care of. It's just after 8:30 am as I write this, and I have to spend some time at the store catching up with reports (never did finish that report yesterday), with Lee looking on, so she can get a feel for the flow of the process.
Pause...while I navigate the Iomega site for a copy of their parallel Zip disk driver...
We hired a bookkeeper yesterday, and I hope she makes a difference. Scratch that, I'm sure she will. In my mind, there are two things that must occur for the store to survive and thrive:
(a) someone - I don't care who - has to be free of "do it now" items (urgent and, yes, important) so as to take care of the stuff that will bite you in the butt if not taken care of (important and not so urgent). An example of this occurred yesterday when I noticed that the pile of money orders in the safe had evaporated and we had only one money order left for sale. Someone should have been keeping track of this and should have ordered new money orders before we ran out.
(b) we need to find other things to sell. Selling postage won't do it (fixed price contract whose rate hasn't been raised in years). Nor will selling shipping services (with rare exceptions, it's not enough volume to make the rent, mortgage, and labor). There is a lot of square footage in the store standing empty.
Okay...I've had my breath of fresh air for the day...now it's time to go back to the face of the salt mine. See you next time from Houston, where perhaps I won't rave so much.
Cheers...
I should never have let this current situation to occur. Both in the store and between my ears. Yesterday, just the sound of a vacuum cleaner (the copier guy fixing the machine) was enough to make me want to run away, screaming at the top of my lungs.
I spent a couple of hours last night reviewing how to do the daily report with Lee. Taken that slow, it seems like a completely mind-numbing, inordinately complicated process.
It probably is.
Right now, I've got my clothes packed (they're all dirty...whoopee!...since the washer went on the fritz) and just about all of my other "stuff" (cables, batteries, keyboards, disks) taken care of. It's just after 8:30 am as I write this, and I have to spend some time at the store catching up with reports (never did finish that report yesterday), with Lee looking on, so she can get a feel for the flow of the process.
Pause...while I navigate the Iomega site for a copy of their parallel Zip disk driver...
We hired a bookkeeper yesterday, and I hope she makes a difference. Scratch that, I'm sure she will. In my mind, there are two things that must occur for the store to survive and thrive:
(a) someone - I don't care who - has to be free of "do it now" items (urgent and, yes, important) so as to take care of the stuff that will bite you in the butt if not taken care of (important and not so urgent). An example of this occurred yesterday when I noticed that the pile of money orders in the safe had evaporated and we had only one money order left for sale. Someone should have been keeping track of this and should have ordered new money orders before we ran out.
(b) we need to find other things to sell. Selling postage won't do it (fixed price contract whose rate hasn't been raised in years). Nor will selling shipping services (with rare exceptions, it's not enough volume to make the rent, mortgage, and labor). There is a lot of square footage in the store standing empty.
Okay...I've had my breath of fresh air for the day...now it's time to go back to the face of the salt mine. See you next time from Houston, where perhaps I won't rave so much.
Cheers...
