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On The Last Day of 2014…

I’m popping in from our Team PJP vacation because honestly, we both know by now that I can’t let a milestone pass without a word or two.  Or 600.

So, New Year’s Eve.

New Year’s Eve hits me in my melancholy heart every year.  The reminder that time marches on makes me well up tears, even if I’m offered champagne and a sparkly hat at the strike of midnight.  And when I think about everything that has happened in 2014, what a big year it was indeed, I’m humbled by it all.

It is fair to say that in the past 365 days, Jeanne and I have completely turned our lives upside down.  We took it, flipped it, and shook it like we expected spare change to come out.  And we didn’t do it alone…we took our husbands, my children, our extended families, and our close friends on our script-flipping journey with us.  And miraculously, those people still love us 365 days later, even when nothing is the same as it was 8,760 hours ago.  At least I think they do.

And so, as always, thank you.  Thanks for becoming our friends this year.  Thanks for hanging with us through the thick and thin of 2014.  Thanks for making us excited for 2015.  We resolve World Pie Domination…and we don’t do it unless you come along with us…

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From Team PJP…

So I wasn’t going to blog today because, well, CHRISTMAS…but I found myself here with a glass of wine and thinking about all the pies that went out the door of PJP in the last few days and hoping they found good homes.  I’m weird that way.

Most of all, I wanted to drop by and say that Tuesday and Wednesday went without a hitch and there was 100% less crying than Thanksgiving week, so SUCCESS.  In short, waits were minimal, we were organized, everyone got their pies, and we even had some extras to dole out to a waiting crowd yesterday at our 1pm closing time.  We were, of course, tired.  And even a bit stabby with each other, but those are all-systems-normal for Jeanne and I.  She is spending Christmas with Dale’s family and I’m sorry to say that I miss her today, even after baking with her for 60 hours this week…

So what caused such a big difference from Thanksgiving week to Christmas week?  A lot…we were a little more clued in about what to expect and that helped.  We closed our ordering system at a lower number of pies, and while it was hard to do that, it helped.  We upped our organization and that was a game changer.  Most of all, we had you.  We were inundated this week with people stopping by to offer their time answering phones, wash dishes, make Caribou coffee runs, deliver lunch…

There were also cocktail stops:

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And a sweet customer read my pleas for oven mitts and delivered several varieties…resulting in this picture…

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And if you’ve never seen an exceptionally tired woman who has been baking for 18 hours wearing oven mitts as antlers, well…now you have.  My gift to you.

So thank you.  Thank you times 10,000.  We know so many of you thought of us, prayed for us, sent us good vibes, stopped in to check on us, hugged us when our aprons were covered in cocoa, and cheered for us when the doors locked at 1 pm yesterday.  Thank you.  It takes a village to build World Pie Domination and we could, in fact, be the luckiest girls in this world.  Merry Christmas, friends…

 

Shhh…

If I were having a conversation in person with you right now, I would be tempted to lean toward you and whisper…

“We were excellent today.”

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I fear saying it too loudly or perhaps you’ll suddenly hear a thunderclap, see a bolt of lightning, and poof…our day tomorrow  will be chaos second only to the day before Thanksgiving.  But in this moment, right this very second, I’ll relax in the sweet memories of being completely prepared for today.  And as a bonus feature to our day, we even delivered our shipping boxes to the UPS store before late afternoon darkness fell upon 3601 Buttonwood.  I know…I don’t understand either.  Used to seeing us squeal into the parking lot and then running the shipping boxes to the counter as the last seconds to ship tick away, the UPS store employees claimed they had perhaps witnessed a Christmas miracle indeed as they scanned our boxes for destinations near and far.

We kicked in some new upgrades to the holiday pie pick-up process (the HPPUP?) and the results are encouraging.  We (and I mean Behind-The-Scenes-Tech-Guru Jason) did something fancy on the computer and made labels for each box, so that I could check myself against the baking schedule and the pick-up report.  This gave me a triple-check on our pie counts and gave Behind-The-Scenes-Tech-Guru Jason the opportunity to use the phrase “recursive algorithm” at least three different times in one conversation.  I would Google “recursive algorithm” but honestly, there are some things I don’t want to know anything about…like how city planners create building codes or what the inside of our grease trap looks like when it is full.

I also wised up and asked Ashrah, our favorite Saturday employee, to come in and just answer the phone.  And if I had a dollar for every single time I congratulated myself on making that smart decision, I would buy us each a glass of white wine right now.  Also, if I had a dollar for every person that called and asked what sort of pies they might be able to buy on Christmas Day, I would buy us each a bottle of white wine instead.  And just so you know, you can buy no pies at PJP on Christmas Day.  Primarily because I’ll be wearing pajama pants, drinking a mimosa, and eating cookies for breakfast…and that would seriously interfere with any sort of baking schedule.

So on tap for tomorrow (besides a middle-of-the-night start time) is significantly more pies and significantly less Jelly Jars than today.  And if it is anything less, than smooth sailing through calm seas, I’m totally blaming algorithms.