Anyway, I decided I am going to try tearing my toilet to pieces on my own again instead of finding the money for a plumber. I wanted that to be my weekend project, but I didn't have the car I share to get another wax ring.
On Monday, J.P. and his dad were back. My folks and I have reached an agreement with him about the old cars we have. Mom's already made arrangements to have the garage door on the garage replaced on the same day as J.P. takes that Buick. Strange, I just realized that for longer than I have been alive that Buick has been sitting in the garage. It will be strange to see the size of the garage suddenly double when that car goes.
I got a rush order from someone with my business. I haven't had a rush job since last December, and I was surprised to see that like all other shipping costs rush shipping has skyrocketed in price too. For the first time ever my business will not be able to give rush shipping for the cost of normal to all orders in December. I'm not happy about that. I did some rough number crunching in my head and because I don't want to stop that tradition completely I won't lose too much if I give rush shipping to orders over $30.
Although, even for those who pay for rush shipping I'm only going to do little better than break even. I just don't have it in my heart to charge more than $15 for rush shipping (that is the new flat fee effective as of today for rush orders my business receives), but that does not cover my actual shipping cost. So bye-bye profit margin for rush orders.
Today, half the day was spent driving my mom to a doctor (and sitting in the waiting room), and the other half finalizing that rush order.
Tomorrow, I get to get the new catalogs mailed out along with some windchimes that finally came back in stock after being MIA all summer. Then if I have time maybe I'll take a sledge hammer to my toilet. Hmm, or maybe just try fixing it again.
update: rethinking the $30 for rush at the price of normal might not be affordable either. I don't know, I may have to do some real number crunching rather than rough estimates in my head.