At the end of summer I do the budget existential Christmas finance. It is now a constant, and if you read back in this blog know that more or less always the case. And so here's a quasi-quasi-punctual and precise attempt to make some kind of budget.
In a nutshell, the night is dark and without lights, even small ones like the houses in the woods in a fairy tale by the Brothers Grimm: you do not see a chip. Excuse me if I lose the fooling around, but honestly I wonder how far it is right to weep on the word crisis, as the constant in the last five years is a slow down of the level of consumption: as I wrote, this does not seem but a steadily declining economy, unstoppable, a kind of riassestamento (in peggio) dei livelli collettivi socio-economico-qualchecosa. Come dice Phastidio.net , è un problema di crescita insufficiente: anche io mi accorgo di essere incastrato in un meccanismo perverso nel quale non sviluppo maggiore lavoro, anzi, questo si riduce. Produco meno, guadagno meno, consumo di conseguenza: e via così, tutti quanti.
Esempio concreto: quando gestisco l'omaggistica natalizia di un'azienda (poniamo: la spedizione di cinquanta regali ad altrettanti destinatari italiani) il fattore tempo impiegato-soluzione dei problemi-packaging è identico sia nel caso che la confezione costi, esempio, venti euro, o duecento. La differenza in termini produttivi should be evident, with the same commitment. Well, a constant in recent years has been the decline in sales for, by companies, this omaggistica, in poor words, shipments are made by twenty euro, first when the same company had an average cost, if not two hundred, at least to forty. And this is just one aspect, the marginal, the story that is still more complicated than that. Actually my point of view is considerably limited by the size and characteristics of my business, for example, in recent years I have given up all customers who had the habit of paying maturing "never" which is a great cutting I also have given the turnover in this way. In short, there is no pretense of describing the economic megatrends and I'm just limiting to look out of my lane. The show is what it is, no positive signal in sight.
So, this Christmas it's cold. It's so cold that I have betrayed my mission and I dropped the scooter and I have come to his shop by car. It's cold, the sales are frozen and the chilling weather. So what is, come the end of the world in eighty days. That arrivals' I flood, I just want to see how.
So, this Christmas it's cold. It's so cold that I have betrayed my mission and I dropped the scooter and I have come to his shop by car. It's cold, the sales are frozen and the chilling weather. So what is, come the end of the world in eighty days. That arrivals' I flood, I just want to see how.
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