More Time

I read this morning where there were once societies with eight day weeks. How would that work?

Would we get three day weekends all the time? Or would the work week become six days? Holiday weekends should at least be four days, I would think.

Vacations would be longer. Maybe.

Would we be younger? I mean, longer weeks would be fewer years, right? The years would be longer too.

But that would also make life expectancies lower. Hmmm.

Ah, this is all just a bunch of nothing. But it's what you get when its Saturday and I have a blog deadline.

$10.71

Ten Dollars and Seventy One Cents is not a relative term. It stands for exactly that: $10.71. However, the value of it in terms of what it can buy might vary.

Last Thursday I had to make a delivery to Grand Rapids, about a five or five and a half hour round trip from Detroit. I was sure I had taken the complete order.  Yet it turns out I had forgotten a three dollar steel clip.

The customer called me in the late afternoon that Thursday, almost as soon as I was back home. I promised to ship it first thing Friday. I did: for $10.71.

That seems like a lot to send a clip which hardly weighed an ounce. But that's where I began to wax philosophic. I have made mistakes in the past which have cost me far more than $10.71, and I certainly wasn't going to make a round trip to Grand Rapids for Ten Dollars and Seventy One Cents. So it wasn't nearly the most costly mistake of my life, and it bought me five hours of time. I can live with that.