Faster, Henry, Faster~!

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Each year at our family reunion, we enjoy a newsletter with updates from each family member. Mostly, people talk about vacations they have taken, new jobs, retirements, the usual suspects. One person’s news this year consisted of the fact that she is retired and spends her days watching tv and playing games on her laptop. (No judgment here! Just stating a fact.)

Watching TV. Playing games on her laptop.

Now, I watch my share (or probably more than my share) of Netflix. And I do enjoy me some Toon Blast pretty much every day. But that description strikes me as a life of pretty much leisure time, and even though I do those same activities, I don’t see my life as having much leisure time. As a matter of fact, I’m busy, busy, busy. All. The. Time.

I read these things about downtime, the value of relaxation and recreation, taking a “sabbath” day. Maybe it’s time to reread some of those things. I love my life — my wonderful family, my job, the opportunity to blog, my friends, podcasts, books, movies.

Of course there are seasons in our lives. But aren’t seasons supposed to change? What would we miss out on if we had endless summer? Or unending winter?

I’ve let this post simmer for a couple of days because my posts tend to be about lessons I have learned, not so much about things I am in the middle of. I’m going to have to chalk this one up to being mid-situation, pre-resolution.

The one thing I have found that helps is to take a piece of paper and write down all the tasks that come into my mind. Once I get them out of my head and onto paper my brain seems to settle down. And while they are in my brain, everything seems urgent and the tasks seem unending. When I write them down, voila, there are still plenty and some of them are urgent, but everything seems a bit more manageable.

While making a list addresses the practical aspect, I still haven’t even touched what it would mean to act as if I have all the time I need, that relaxing and leisure time are not only justifiable but even essential. My housekeeping needs aren’t going away any time soon. Opportunities to work with and teach Kepler are myriad and have the potential for long-term impact.

All I know right now is the sheer volume of details is getting to me. While I can’t imagine ever wanting to spend my days playing games and watching tv (still no judgement), a less frenetic pace does have a certain appeal. In keeping with my philosophy, it’s time to look for something to move toward, some non-frenetic thing that I want to go toward. What is that for you? What tips do you have for a busy, working mom and wife to be something other than a perpetual motion machine?

As always, thanks for reading.

Joyfully,

Siouxsie

 

 

News from the Clicklist Front

So I thought I’d post a picture of me at work.

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Hehe. But I am pretty speedy quick.

i haven’t posted much about work but I made a discovery I am really excited about so I’m going to write here, on my blog, about it.

Clicklist selectors use a handheld device called a rad which tells you the next item to pick and includes the mapping location for the store. Location is as follows: aisle.shelf.spot. It’s designed to be able to be used by the greenest, newest employee from the get-go. The whole system is set up to be as mistake-proof as possible and it works pretty well.

Anyone who knows me at all, though, knows I’m interested in continuous improvement. I like to do better and be better with each passing day. After five months I’ve learned a few ways to work with the system to be more efficient.

Here’s how it works:

I scan six tags which are on totes. The totes are numbered 1-6. After this step, the first item appears on the screen. Maybe it’s some kind of shampoo. The item is listed, along with the UPC code, and the location. A lot of times, the location is correct, but there are a number of reasons why it might not be. Anyway, off I go to the location to find the item. I find it, scan it, and then and only then the rad tells me which tote to put it in. Then I put the item in the correct tote and scan the tote. Only after that does the rad tell me the next item and location. All along the way there are built-in safeguards to keep you from picking up the wrong item. You can’t scan the wrong item or the wrong tote without a tone letting you know YOU DID IT WRONG, BUCKO.

Just like every piece of electronic equipment known to man, we run into (LOTS OF) times when we have to wait for the “server” to respond. So, I might stand there for a few seconds waiting to find out which tote to put the item in. These few secondses add up.

I just discovered that the rad has a colored bar across the top on every entry. Well, actually, I knew the rad had a colored bar but I didn’t know it meant anything. But it does! It means something important and helpful and cool!  The six totes are color-coded. Tote 1 has a maroon bar; tote 2 has a green bar, etc. What this means is that I now know without waiting which tote the item is going to go into.

Corporate has set up standards for how many seconds it should take to pick each item, and how accurately we complete the task. The goal is 38 seconds per item. That may not mean much without context — each selector pushes a large trolley through the store up and down the aisles, so part of the time is moving from location to location through the entire store. There is a huge range of seconds-per-item among selectors. I’ve been hovering around 38-42 seconds lately. With this realization about the color coding and utilizing it on the job, my pick time today was significantly lower per item.

Selectors don’t get any extra incentive pay for being fast, but truly if i was only working for money, there might be other jobs that pay more. But this job is just a great fit for me!

This post is probably a little “niche.” Probably along the line of two plumbers joking around about someone using a particular wrench for a job. (h/t to Steve Martin for that idea) Probably this is the kind of thing that most people aren’t really going to be able to appreciate the significance of. But I wanted to write about it because to me this is a very exciting discovery and has some pretty cool benefits.

Ooh, and one last thing. The “big boss” (supervisor over several stores) was in today and my supervisor had me tell him about the effectiveness of using the color-coded bars the way I am. He didn’t just take my word for it, but said he was going to do some research about it, because he hadn’t heard this from anyone else.

Cool thing was when I mentioned that totes 1 and 6, and totes 3 and 5 are very close in color, he said he is able to change those colors to any color we want! That will make the process even better! I look forward to that happening.

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If you haven’t already tried clicklist, do! The $4.95 fee for the first three orders will be waived. There is no upcharge for your items. Kroger has a very nice produce section that is restocked constantly all day every day. And if we provide a substitution you do not care for, you do not have to pay for it. Give it a try!

 

 

 

 

 

Of Denim Jackets and Snoozing

Before living in Australia, before having children, before I had ever tried Giordano’s pizza, before buying our first home, many years ago on this day I woke up planning to go to breakfast with my new college friends. I was a transfer student at Wheaton College and several of us had made plans to go to breakfast.

When I checked in with the girls, one after another of them claimed they were too tired and every single girl backed out. Well, here I was, all dressed and ready to go. Fresh off the most amazing 18 days of my life where I had gained tons of confidence and resolve, I determined I’d just go to breakfast alone and see who I came across.

As a walked up the sidewalk toward SAGA, the old Wheaton dining hall, I spied a denim jacket with a shearling collar up ahead and I realized it was a student I had recently met named Greg Taylor. I paused for a second and then called out, “Greg?” He turned and waited for me and we ended up eating breakfast together — for three hours.

I was hooked. His warm, gentle, caring, intelligent self shone through and Made An Impression on this 20-year-old from Ohio.

September 2, 1982. 36 years ago today. I guess I had an inkling that this was something special because look what I saved:

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Of all the special dates in our life together, I remember this one for being the beginning, even though it took awhile before we actually started dating.

Newspapers are no longer 25 cents, and Zingo Bingo or lottery prizes of $15,000 are nothing these days, but we’re still together. Still having breakfast together. Still sharing this good life together. Still a couple and now a family with the addition of five offspring.

Thanks, girls, for sleeping in that morning! It changed my life!

Joyfully,

Siouxsie

A tiny bud of creativity

Over the past few days, I’ve noticed a small and quiet pull toward my blog. A growing longing to write again. I’m excited about this because my creative juices have been pretty sparse for awhile.

I’m just heading into work for the day and will be busy but let’s see if this little bud grows into a shoot into a bloom into a flower. Thanks for reading!

Super Brief Update on Siouxsie

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A hint about my job, but also an interesting product for sale. “Extra Green” green beans. What will they think of next?

I can barely call myself a blogger these days. Three months without a post.

Because, see, I got a job. One where I go out of the house early in the morning and stay there until early in the afternoon. One where I am with people all day. One where I walk 3-5 miles during my work. One where I have fun, serve people, and enjoy being myself.

When I interviewed, I said I wanted 24 hours per week. I was a little nervous about working after so many years having been a SAHM, so I didn’t want to overdo it right out of the gate. It wasn’t a minute before I realized this was a GREAT fit for me and I sought out ways to work more hours.

The job started while Kepler was still in school and I wasn’t sure what was going to happen when summer arrived. But, with the help of my tribe, mostly Greg, my mom and faux pa, he has been well cared for, and I have gotten lots of practice at logistics.

So I’m 8 1/2 months into the keto lifestyle and three months into my job. Both are a great fit for me. Both give me lots of positive things and reinforce lots more positive things.

My blog continues, albeit in fits and starts.

Today is quiet, overcast and rainy. The windows are open so I feel the effects of the rain and I hear the cars splashing through the puddles as they drive by occasionally. It couldn’t be a more perfect day. I hope yours is going well.

Love,

Siouxsie

LPT: When You Get New Internet Service

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LPT (Life Pro Tip)

I suppose I’m not the only household that has switched cable/internet companies from time warner to directv to cincinnati bell (locally) and back again. I’m guessing readers from further away have their own version of these three.

This time when I changed I had a brainstorm.

In my life, in my very humble opinion, I have entirely too many login usernames and passwords to keep track of. 1Password does a good job of keeping track of things, but there are just objectively a great number of these to deal with.

So here’s the tip.

When you get a new network, name it the same thing as the old network. When you choose a new password, make it the same as the old password.

(Note: you often hear you shouldn’t use the same password for multiple sites. Using the same password for an old network and a new network is like using the password for ONE network. That thing about multiple sites does not apply here.)

As I was watching the installer yesterday, I realized that there were going to be several complications if I now had to deal with a new network name and new password. Keeping things the same made this switch over very nearly seamless, not only for me, but for everyone and everything in our home that connects to our wifi.

You are quite welcome.

 

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I seem to have been dismissed from my position.

Somebody landed the Helicopter Parenting helicopter and escorted me off.

I’ve been driving this thing, while holding on to all the passengers so they didn’t fall out, while maintaining communications with ground control.

Someone else can fly the helicopter? Someone else can make a plan?

Now what? Who else am I besides a Helicopter Parent? This could be interesting.

Putting on the Brakes

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I follow a few bloggers who write regularly. James Clear posts every Monday and Thursday and has for a few years. Seth Godin writes a daily post and has for something like 16 years, or maybe 61 years. It’s been quite a long time anyway. *You* may follow bloggers who are consistent, but you follow at least one who lurches forward two baby steps, then writes posts for 7 straight days, then nothing for 4 months. Following such a blogger takes patience and determination! While I may be more the norm as far as bloggers go with my haphazard posting, expect to see some consistency from this blogger starting today.

I listened to the latest episode of a new favorite podcast yesterday called 10% Happier. The guest was Daniel Pink, who I think I have heard of, but maybe just because his name is a color I like. His latest book, When, is about the science of when we do things for optimal performance.

The takeaway for me was the Peak-Trough-Recovery cycle of our days. Around 8am we are at a peak of energy and brain power. Around 1pm we have moved into a trough where we definitely do not have that creative energy flowing. And by about 6pm we have recovered somewhat, although not up to the same peak levels as the morning.

Analytical thinking and creating is best done in the morning.

Administrative work is best done in the early afternoon.

Brainstorming and insight work is best done in the later hours of the day.

This is the opposite of what I have been doing. I have been tackling email and paperwork in the morning, which would be better addressed later in the day. I realize now that it is difficult to be writing consistently when I am using up my juicy writing time adding up columns of numbers. So I screeched my old schedule to a halt and I’m experimenting with Pink’s suggestion on what to do when.

How do you structure your day? If you were to apply Pink’s insights, what changes would you make? As always, thanks for reading!

 

The Story of the Fail

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As a keto enthusiast, my list of foods is pleasing to me, positive for me, and pretty consistent. I suppose most people have a list of foods they typically eat, and it probably contains foods that get eaten regularly. That’s probably the difference between a healthy diet and an unhealthy one, whether or not the typical foods are full of nutrients, or full of nothing but empty calories.

On Fridays, I make “fathead dough nachos,” which is simply a keto-friendly dough, cooked and cut into triangles, and served with grated cheese and pico de gallo. It’s a perfectly legitimate keto food, but I keep it as a treat for once a week.

Yesterday, I went to make the nachos and my dough was acting very strange. Dry as all get out. I looked to make sure I had grabbed the almond flour bag. Yep, it said Almond Flour on it. I was talking at the time but I didn’t think that would have made any difference. Decided to set that batch aside and try again. However, I did the same exact steps with the same exact ingredients, having decided that my scale was acting up because it had been unplugged for awhile.

The second batch also seemed pretty dry but I pressed on because I knew I had the correct amounts the second time. As we choked down the nachos, it finally occurred to me to look closer at the almond flour. Aha. The bag said “Try our other products like Almond Flour.” And it all came together. This bag contained coconut flour; also keto-friendly, but made up of an entirely different product and yielding a way different product.

The embarrassing truth is, I was bitterly disappointed. I didn’t just blow it off, laugh it off, or otherwise take it lightly. And that made me realize that my dependence on that treat was maybe a little out of balance. I’ve been seeing it as a reward for all my perfect eating all week, when the actual reward is the results of the way I am eating. Which made me realize how “soft” I really am, how coddled.

Sure, there are a few hard things in my life, but not many and not very big, in the scheme of things. I think I have a pretty strong illusion of control of my life, if not actual control of quite a few things. And while I utilize my ability to choose in sometimes positive ways for myself and others, here I am, again, realizing that the way I interpret and explain things is either incomplete or short-sighted or both.

During March, I have been looking at circumstances and asking what is being offered to me in terms of life lessons. I’ve really only been asking in tiny whispers and a tiny font, but the Universe is a really good listener and showed me that I’m waaaaaay too attached to outcomes. As much as I write about life being a journey, not a destination, I LOVE closure and answers and I guess it’s going to be a life-long challenge for me to focus on the process, to be right where I am, to learn to be present.

Would you be disappointed if your weekly treat was a big fat fail? How do you, kind readers, stay unattached to outcome?