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{May 5, 2011}   Mail Merge Nightmare!

Aren’t computers supposed to make our jobs easier? I have been struggling with doing labels in a mail merge for almost an hour. I dug in and was bound and determined to figure it out. I asked for help, I asked google, I called co workers who I had hoped had used it but the ones that I know use it are not here today!

I have about 24 volunteer applications that I want to send a post card to to let them know that I have their application, and what the process is from here…just a little thanks for wanting to help us, just a little we know you are out there and we’ll be in touch postcard…but I can’t figure out how to put a mail merge label on the darn thing!

It’s frustrating, but how?…oh…hello…there’s a pen…! How do I use one of those things? My hands are so used to typing, texting, swiping and touching that I’m not sure they’ll be able to form around a pen enough times to hand write 24 addresses…

Could I actually be giving a “thank you” post card a human touch? What a concept. Maybe my mail merge ignorance was meant to be…

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{February 16, 2011}   Fleecing JoAnn Fabrics…

Who the heck shoplifts at JoAnn’s Fabrics? That’s the question of the week. I paid a visit to the local JoAnn’s the other night. I’m not a crafter myself, but was with a couple gal pals who were making fleece blankets. As they decided on which fleece was the most cozy…I walked up and down the aisles.  When I turned the corner to go up another aisle, I ran into a cart full of everything…it was like a miniature store in someone’s cart. No rhyme or reason to why all this stuff was in her cart. It was like one of those carts that you see behind the counter of items that need to be returned to their place on the shelf.

It was a young girl, obviously there with her mum, hauling the cart and hoping not to clip her heals from following too closely. I got a good look at her, smiled and moved aside for her to make the turn.

As my party partied in the fleece section, my interest in crafts and crochet had ended so I chose to sit by the exit in a chair and text…and people watch and text some more. It was pretty busy. People love their fabric, but JoAnn’s had lots more to offer. It’s almost an all out craft store anymore. Long gone are the days of the bolts of fabric thump, thump, thump on the table and quooo, quooo, quooo (gutteral sounds) of the scissors cutting the fabric on the table. It was hustle and bustle of lots of cutesy, craftsy and clever things. Men, Women, Children, Families, and all Nationalities represented.

As I went to clear yet another text, I noticed my chick from aisle 14 walking right past me with her mounded shopping cart of eclectic items….straight out the entrance.

…That did not just happen??? I looked around, everyone was still carrying on…no big deal. I walked over to the service desk, she was helping a customer but I butted right in and told her someone just walked out with a ton of stuff. I don’t care what the economy is…you don’t steal!…and you don’t steal from JoAnn’s Fabrics!

Long story short, the police came, they got the girl, they got the mom, JoAnn’s got their stuff back and I got a 60% off discount even though I said I was just doing the right thing…

When they brought all the stuff in that she had in her cart, there was a fleece blanket. She had fleeced the fleece…but I thwarted it.

No matter where you are at, always be ready to put your wonder woman on…crime doesn’t pay.

 



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