There's always some excuse lately for poor performance, failed deliveries, empty shelves, out of stock, blah blah. I don't buy it (literally and figuratively). At the height of the pandemic-panic around late spring/summer 2020, we found webcams, we made our own hand sanitizer (we live in ag country, what do you know, apparently dairy farmers use lots of isopropyl alcohol, Tractor Supply was well stocked). We never closed (state gov't office). Yes, employee recruitment is a bear lately, but you stinkin' make it work. I can't get anybody to do my boat canvas so I will stinkin' buy my own Sailrite machine and turn into Suzy Seamstress myself (yes, I know, that's sexist). I can't get anybody to weld a broken aluminum bow rail. Fine, I'll buy a mig welder and teach myself to weld aluminum, I'm not building the space shuttle, doesn't have to be pretty. For crying out loud, this is nonsense.
I read a book last weekend about the Donner Party, yeah that disastrous trek through the Sierra Nevada mountains, cannibalism, etc. Yes, they made literally fatal wrong decisions, but the grit -- of some of them at least -- was incredible. They'd break a wagon axle and tromp into the woods, whack a tree and make a new one. There was a guy named John Stark, one of the rescuers, not an original party member, who was incredible. My Uncle Theodore got a piece of his leg blown off at Guadalcanal and laid in a ditch for a couple days until the medics arrived. Joshua Chamberlain, one of my heroes, got shot in the foot (and later in the groin) but when the Maine 20th ran out of ammo at Little Round Top they fixed bayonets and bluffed like they had bullets and charged anyway. Then there's Edwin Shuman, another one of my heroes, an incredible guy in the Hanoi Hilton and then years later he led his teenage sailing crew through the Fastnet disaster in '79. Ancestry.com just uploaded a new pile of records and I discovered my grandfather from Russia probably lied about his age around 16 and got off the boat with $38 in his pocket, when Immigration required you to have $50. They let him in anyway. New country, didn't speak English, left his entire family behind, with $38 to his name -- and now we can't get a roll of bathroom tissue on a store shelf for 9,000 reasons. Pansies.
There I go, another rant and thread drift. I'll shut up now.