This morning I heard of friend
who managed to get her crutch stuck in a kettle.
Not her crotch.
Her crutch.
An incident that effects a
fairly small percentage of the population I would wager.
The point being, you can’t plan
for everything.
I doubt the lady in question
woke this morning and upon considering the day ahead of her, factored in
getting her crutch stuck in the kettle.
Missing the bus, losing your
keys yes.
Crutch stuck in kettle? Not so
much.
Her morning was rather like
what it is perpetually like trying to open a restaurant.
No matter how much you plan, no
matter how many scenarios you play out in your head, you’re never going to
cover them all.
I mean would you ever have
thought to consider:
·
The landlord
requesting you pretend to be insurance agents because he’s scared of the real
estate agent. (For the record, I don’t think we fooled her).
·
Securing all 25
warrior helmets used as decoration in the sale of the existing restaurant.
(They shall be worn by staff as punishment for running late).
·
The $42
administration fee the council wacks at you when you request they pull the
space’s plans.
·
The location being
a heritage street which means your colour palette is restricted to federation
yellow and green.
·
OH&S, workers
comp, payroll tax, compliance certificates and other sneaky hidden costs.
·
Another restaurant
opening with an idea you’d been thinking about for years. (That one is a real
downer. We’re reconciled to the fact that many of our long-ago-thought-of ideas
will now seem like nothing more than a copy-cat).
·
Follow-up emails,
to the follow-up email you sent clarifying the original email in the first
place. Typee, typee, type, type, type.
It’s truly amazing what comes at you from one day to the next.
Amazing and somewhat challenging.
Still not as bad a crutch stuck in a kettle though.
Happy Monday people, may you expect the unexpected.
Coulda been heaps worse: imagine the metal crutch got stuck in a toaster...
ReplyDeleteSo much worse. Excellent perspective xx
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