Yesterday was an intensive day. It actually turned out to be lucky that Aearwen had other things going on yesterday and couldn't call for our weekly chat. I was neck deep in inventory sheets, and as it was, ended up working on those until 8:58 pm, leaving me putting everything away and running quickly off to sleep. What a day! It was crazy busy, but I did get a lot accomplished.
I've been working on a series of check-sheets for the shop. We have boxes of beads on special discount on our counter top - almost all in the area of the store that I am in. We do have "walking" inventory from those boxes, and Chickie catches a great deal of them, but I wanted an easier way to do a quick and accurate inventory of the boxes, so I developed a series of "Check Sheets", one group for each type of bead. I was trying to make final copies of the sheets for our use, but there was (and still is) a lot of double-checking and formatting that needed to happen.
After working on these sheets for hours yesterday, I finally have most of them finalized and printed. There are still one or two that need a bit more work, but it's totally getting to something that will be very helpful for all of us. Of course, my laptop doesn't talk to the printer that I have here at home, so it's convoluted - rather like most things in life. I store the documents in a Dropbox folder, open them on my desktop computer for printing, but any changes that I make, are done on the laptop because I need these available and up-to-date when I'm at the shop.
Isn't that what life is all about, though? We stutter our way through it. We see a way through a current problem and rush through that portal before it closes, only to find ourselves in a room of closed doorways and no way to tell which door is the correct one to continue on our way. Do we open the correct door? I'm sure that some of us do, only to find ourselves in a similar setup, just a new room - a new problem, a new confrontation, a new stumble in our road. There's nothing else to do but pick ourselves up, choose another door, pass through the entryway (which is always one-way only, with no clue what will be waiting on the other side), and then, we deal. We deal with that unknown, only to be faced with the next one.
So, on this day of choices, I hope you make the right ones. When you pet asks for affection (or a treat), give in, especially for the affection part. When your companion complains about something, open your ears and listen. You might not be able to change anything else, but a listening and compassionate ear might be just what's needed. When everything around you is going to hell in a handbasket, remember that tomorrow is another day of hope. Let's not lose sight of that beacon light - the beacons have been lighted, now it's up to others to provide the response. Have an excellent Thursday, I'm off to the pool, and then my inventory sheets and my laptop are heading to the shop for an almost-final test of the new inventory Check Sheets. I'll be back tomorrow for my 5000th post, but number 4999 was a lot to get off my brain as it was. Slava Ukraini and חיים למען ישראל.
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