Portion control
If you own a car, you realize that fuel consumption is a constant across the age of your vehicle. You don’t catch a break, as the years pass. Turns out that people, and dogs, difere in that aspect. Food goes further. I had some takeway recently, and the portion lasted for three meals. Not what the restaurant had in mind. My dog, also, seems to take longer to get to the bottom of his bowl. Maybe he’s not as much “Lab” as we had imagined. Any Lab I’ve ever met will eat until “there ain’t no more.”
On Monday, there is an unexpected, one-time holiday to commemorate the momarch. Here’s what caught my attention. A very pointed letter to the provincial government from one industry, who protest the imposition of this “holiday”. An unplanned distuption to their work schedules. Follow the money, obviously. When our house was being built, there were some days when the workers could not get to the site. Added up to abost a trimester of delays, which were beyond the contractor’s control. As the end purchaser, I had to accept that life goes on. What did the contractor do? Shout at nature and shake a fist? I received no official letter of protest about the snow falling. To the association that posted a very public protest to the premier: suck it up. The effect to your bottom line will be minor, but your clientele may find your parsimony to be tasteless. Ask the real question about how your business model is too tightyly costed for reality. And on Turesday, pick up a hammer and help your crew.
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