Dec 28, 2001
Post Christmas. Five days now until the store changes hands.
Post Christmas. Five days now until the store changes hands. I'm glad that I'm travelling and have other things to occupy my brain because it has been completely absorbed in the business. I've woken up from dreaming about various aspects of it for the last several days. Still finishing up last minute details such as ordering a mailbox, lighting and some office equipment that I hadn't already obtained. Can't think of anything else at this point in terms of preparation. Just have to get back home and do it.
I find myself contemplating the absurdity of a nearly 50% defect rate amongst this year's Xmas presents. 1 out of 2 presents was broken or poorly manufactured to the point of being unuseable. Now for the big question - is this the result of the economic turmoil of the last year, or is it perhaps a large part of the cause? Recall that profits have slowed. Wonder if anybody is correlating this against the product return rate; which would start eating into profits if it increased dramatically. And this is across the board - US manufacturers, Asian, and Latin American as well. All are shoddy and getting worse.
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the other hand, it might be something as simple & basically perverse as
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possible second to dart across the road in front of a speeding car.
-- Hunter S. Thompson, "Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail"
Naughton of the New York Times, for instance, had to file long, detailed,
and relatively complex stories every day -- while my own deadline fell
every two weeks -- but neither of them ever seemed in a hurry about
getting their work done, and from time to time they would try to console
me about the terrible pressure I always seemed to be laboring under.
Any $100-an-hour psychiatrist could probably explain this problem
to me, in thirteen or fourteen sessions, but I don't have time for that.
No doubt it has something to do with a deep-seated personality defect, or
maybe a kink in whatever blood vessel leads into the pineal gland... On
the other hand, it might be something as simple & basically perverse as
whatever instinct it is that causes a jackrabbit to wait until the last
possible second to dart across the road in front of a speeding car.
-- Hunter S. Thompson, "Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail"
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