Though it hardly seems possible, here we are on the eve of July 1st…already halfway through 2016. And as always, the last day of the month means taking a few minutes to assess June 2016 over June 2015. We grew by 19.6%, making this month our best so far in comparative growth over last year. Holla to upward sales trends…
In other news…
- Our baking schedule for the next two days is MASSIVE. This will be the first holiday for our new Team PJP members. Fingers crossed they all come back to work next week.
- I’ve gotten quite a few questions about the new team members – Katie, Andrew, Shelby, and Kevin. Here’s Andrew (pics of the others coming soon)…
- When he isn’t becoming an expert in rolling dough, he is a legit collegiate track star. No word on if he plans to each any of the rest of us to hurdle.
- As we are planning for the busy weekend, the conversation has naturally progressed toward their many questions about other busy times, like Thanksgiving and specifically how many hours we think we will all work that week. Uhhh…all of them?
- And in that line of thought, I’m trying to convince Gunnar and Mitch to fly back and work that week to create a Team PJP Reunion Tour. Once they commit, I’m totally ordering t-shirts.
Since opening our doors, Jeanne and I have been approached by various consultants in the area who have promised to help us grow our business and provide entrepreneurial guidance. And we’ve ignored them all, mainly because we are headstrong and are generally opposed to anyone telling us what to do. (A member of my squad once told me that hiring one would be a waste of money because regardless of the advice given, I would do whatever I wanted. This person is pretty dead-on accurate about me at all given times, never more so than in this instance.)
But a few months ago, we were introduced to a local consultant who seemed different than all the others we’ve met. We became insta-friends and for the last two months or so, I’ve been meeting with him on a bi-weekly basis. He’s never once told us what to do, but rather simply has a conversation with us about what we think we want to do about certain aspects of PJP and then provides input. I think he should market himself as an entrepreneurial therapist. Let’s call him ET.
I only mention this here because this is the story of PJP and getting ourselves an entrepreneurial therapist is a big part of where we are right now. A third party perspective on managing growth (and working to continue growth) has given me some fresh perspective. And because I really put the “pro” in procrastination, someone giving me a task list at the end of a meeting and expecting it done before our next meeting in two weeks is a good motivator for me. Which means I have a hefty list to complete before July 7th and I’ll try to do the bulk of it on the 6th. Old habits die hard, no?
Lately we’ve been a bit of a roll at PJP, at least by our standards. We’ve been baking (and selling) a lot of pies and the crying has been kept to a minimum. And so I think that when one hits a good streak, the universe needs to serve up a day where the wheels all just fall off…just to remind us that we are never in control. That was today…and here is why.
- We started the morning by failing our annual fire inspection. I guess that every year, you must have your fire extinguisher tested/reset/replaced/resomethinged. WHO KNEW. And as it turns out, ours hadn’t been looked at since April 17, 2014…which would make sense, because I didn’t even know testing fire extinguishers was a thing. (In my defense, I feel like if testing fire extinguishers was your thing, you might just show up every year to remind the owner of the extinguisher that it was time to test it. Or at least send a reminder postcard.)
- Jeanne was gone today and it would have been okay, but my children needed to be 8,315ish places today for various practices and appointments. I went to my house no less than seven times to pick up or deliver someone and it is ridiculously difficult to accomplish anything when you are constantly driving somewhere. And that has nothing to do with pies, but I bet if you’ve ever parented anyone, you just whispered “amen, sister…”
- At one point when I wasn’t taking someone somewhere, I pulled Katie’s tray of Key Lime pies out of the oven and they looked odd. She had followed the recipe exactly, yet they just weren’t right. She had noticed that the condensed milk consistency from the can was different…chunky on the top of the can lid and runny underneath. The cans don’t expire until July 2017, but I threw every single Key Lime pie in the trash and texted our food broker that our condensed milk was “weird, gooey, and chunky.” He offered me a credit, because I believe that is the industry standard response to a complaint of weird, gooey, and chunky.
- I absolutely had to go to our accountant’s office to sign some paperwork. She’s been threatening me nicely for a month or so and I knew I was pushing the limit. They are located on the Business Loop across from Cosmo Park. So basically, a 30 minute drive in 4 pm traffic from PJP. Except when I got to the Business Loop, I realized that they had rerouted the entire interstate to build another roundabout, meaning the road was closed. (And hey, if you are reading this and you have any influence, STOP WITH THE ROUNDABOUTS ALREADY).
- So I ended up in that diamond interchange at Stadium and 70 and I got confused and ended up back on the interstate. And stuff like that never happens to me because I’m great with directions, so basically diamond interchanges are dead to me. All of that for three minutes actually in the accountant’s office to sign some forms to pay some money to the government. So they can use it to likely build some more roundabouts. Gah.
I’m so not leaving PJP Buttonwood tomorrow.