I recently passed the 5th module in my quest for CCP (Certified Compensation Professional) via WorldatWork’s certification program. Past the halfway mark, with the toughest ones out-of-the-way, I can focus on the fun stuff like job analysis, documentation, and evaluation. Yippee!
I am not being sarcastic. I enjoy this stuff. Really.
What I don’t enjoy is cleaning house. Which is obvious to anyone who steps in the door.
Dust is my friend, dust is my friend, dust is my friend …
Last summer—in a moment of insanity—I bought new bedroom furniture. The insane part wasn’t buying the furniture because I’d had the same stuff for about 30 years and new furniture was way overdue.
The craziness was buying mahogany furniture with a black stain. Every, and I mean every, fleck of dust shows on every surface.
This stuff starts showing dust on the end of the dresser I just dusted by the time I get to the other end. And, I always know when my cat, Emily, walked across it because she leaves a trail of paw prints.
I could have bought the same set in white but was afraid it would show dirt too easily given Emily’s penchant for walking all over furniture.
So, in the spirit of “if you can’t beat ’em join ’em” I’ve decided I can live with shades of gray.
I draw the line, though, when it starts looking like it’s been sprinkled with baby powder. Dirty snow is not a good look.
I stopped by the grocery store in a rush a few days ago to pick up a few necessities. You know, eggs, bread, milk, the usual stuff.
This morning, I finished the last of the milk (the milk I already had) and reached in the fridge for the new milk, ripped the top off, and poured it right into the almost-full glass I already had.
Before I go any further with this narrative let me just say that I LOVE milk. A day without milk is like a day without sunshine in my book (sorry orange juice marketers) and breakfast without milk just isn’t right. It would be like crackers without cheese, a movie without popcorn, CSNY without Y. (It’s been years and I’m still not over that one.)
Next, I took a big gulp of my beloved milk and what to my wondering taste buds did appear?
I HATE buttermilk! Except in biscuits, of course. And, ranch dressing.
So, to the twit that stuck a jug of buttermilk in with the sweet acidophilus …
Very bad move.
On the brighter side, breakfast with Dr. Pepper ain’t too shabby.
But, what the heck am I going to do with a gallon of buttermilk?
I was commenting on a post from When all is said … and I had an idea. Not necessarily an original idea, but it’s the first time it popped into my brain so I’m calling it my idea.
You see, I read a lot.
Not only do I read a lot but I buy a lot of books, mostly from Amazon.com. As a result I pretty much always have a stack of empty cardboard shipping boxes piled up in a corner, sometimes in my home office (mostly), sometimes in the kitchen (at the moment).
My idea is that Amazon should provide a reusable shipping carton that we can swap back and forth.
They could send me my monthly fix of books (aka, my regular order) in the reusable plastic carton then I could fold it down and return it empty just in time for the next month’s shipment.
Just think of all the cardboard, and the trees, that would be saved.
Even better, Amazon could provide the cartons printed on the inside with the “postage paid business reply” stuff needed so when returned to them empty it wouldn’t cost me a penny. But would they just up their shipping charges or the cost of books? Maybe, or maybe not. Anyway, the failing Postal Service could also benefit because they’d be getting paid for the mailing costs going both ways. Which is one more than they’re getting paid for at the moment.
Amazon would save tons of money because they wouldn’t have to keep buying loads of cardboard boxes. They would have to keep buying the reusable plastic cartons, though, because, let’s face it, even plastic wears out eventually. But, not as often as cardboard!
They wouldn’t have to send my books in my carton either. They could just send them in any old reusable plastic carton from anybody’s last book order. I mean, why would they want to have to keep up with which carton belongs to which customer?
The cartons would be printed on one side with the Amazon logo and a place to slap a shipping label. The other side could have the standard business reply mailer stuff. You know, the bar code, etc.
Now, if I could just figure out how to make reusable packing tape.