An Uneasy Night

An uneasy night’s sleep. Kept waking up and drifting off again, never quite managing to go into the deep. The problem was that I hadn’t brought our wallets up. I had left them downstairs and I had been too lazy to get up and go and fetch them. Our house has been broken into twice in the last 2 years so now I always take our wallets upstairs when we crash. The psychological scars you could say. There was also the nagging worry in my mind that we are paying Jim too much to do this year’s mailing. He has to put 10,000 12 page supplements into envelopes along with an order form and then stick a label on them. Along with that he has to take them back to his garden shed in Loughton and then deliver them to us when they are complete. He getting £1350 for this and that works out at 13.5p per supplement and I think that is too much. In the past he has had a number of inserts to put in as well but this time around there are none, just the order form. It is yet another example of him getting the better of me when it comes to business and shows up again my sometimes crushing inability to strike the right deal. Not only do I think we are over paying Jim but I have also miscalculated on the piece weight this time around as well. Each piece comes in at exactly 65 grams which means that by just a single gram it falls into the higher price band on the Royal Mail Packet Post tariff which means that we are paying 36p per piece in postage instead of 32.9p; a bad mistake. It will mean that in the UK mailing of 7500 out of the 10,000 we will pay an extra £232.50. The 36p price tariff goes all the way up to 94 grams and I should have made sure we put in a couple of extra inserts at 10 or 15 grams each in order to get full value out of the tariff. It would have also given Jim a little more to do for his princely £1350. I will have to make sure that we do not get caught out again like this next time around. Little mistakes like this are what sends my blood temperature rising up the scale and leaves me staring into the face of failure as I work my time through this Capitalist system which actually let’s face it is doomed to destruction anyway. That’s right, I have just remembered the dream I had before I woke up. I looked out of our living room window and saw a huge plume of black smoke spiralling up from across the Roding Valley. Some great catastrophe had taken place and the wind was blowing the black smoke right in my direction. A few hundreds yards in front of me a house burst into flames from the heat and I saw a cat desperately scratching at the window trapped inside. Then I woke up and the sun was shining. Have a nice day!