Ready or not, here it comes!
The Ontario HST, that is. Last night, July 1st, I came back to the shop around 8:00 pm to reprogram our cash registers to accommodate the changed tax structure. So, with manuals in hand, I began. Every single department had to be reprogrammed, but first I had to figure out how to input the new taxes - which are really the same as the old - but reported on the receipt differently now.
I don't know what the devil was wrong, but I could not enter the new taxes on the cash register in the music shop. I was almost at the point of doing a full reset, which would wipe out the entire memory of the cash register, when I reread the manual again on error beeps. I tried several of them, and finally one worked and cleared the error and it was full speed ahead. Of course, the time was closing in on 11:00 pm at that point, and I still had the yarn shop's register to do. I took this opportunity to rename several of the department keys as our stores have changed so much in the past years. Once I located some white out, I relabelled the department keys, and went to work on the yarn shop's register.
It would have been too clever for Mr Knits and I to have two registers the same, wouldn't it? After struggling with the Royal cash register, I now had to figure out the secret codes of the Casio. It was somewhat less complicated, as I could simply press each one of the department keys once I entered the correct code. On the Royal, each key had to be programmed separately. I was all done in about an hour. Brilliant! Or so I thought. I wanted to change the receipt message....and totally screwed it up. TOTALLY! (Yes, that's me yelling!) So, after fighting with it for about two hours - it was now just after 2:00 a.m., I decided I should toddle off to bed, and take another shot at it today.
I woke up at 5:45 this morning after a fretful night of running over in my mind the items I had forgotten to reprogram, so I'm back at it. If you happen to come into the shop today, and I look a wee bit tired, it is for good reason. It's pretty hard to look good on 3 hours sleep.
I suppose I should take this opportunity to thank Mr McGuinty and his merry band of yahoos for instituting this changed tax. Or not.
By the way, Happy Birthday Mom! See you on Sunday.
I don't know what the devil was wrong, but I could not enter the new taxes on the cash register in the music shop. I was almost at the point of doing a full reset, which would wipe out the entire memory of the cash register, when I reread the manual again on error beeps. I tried several of them, and finally one worked and cleared the error and it was full speed ahead. Of course, the time was closing in on 11:00 pm at that point, and I still had the yarn shop's register to do. I took this opportunity to rename several of the department keys as our stores have changed so much in the past years. Once I located some white out, I relabelled the department keys, and went to work on the yarn shop's register.
It would have been too clever for Mr Knits and I to have two registers the same, wouldn't it? After struggling with the Royal cash register, I now had to figure out the secret codes of the Casio. It was somewhat less complicated, as I could simply press each one of the department keys once I entered the correct code. On the Royal, each key had to be programmed separately. I was all done in about an hour. Brilliant! Or so I thought. I wanted to change the receipt message....and totally screwed it up. TOTALLY! (Yes, that's me yelling!) So, after fighting with it for about two hours - it was now just after 2:00 a.m., I decided I should toddle off to bed, and take another shot at it today.
I woke up at 5:45 this morning after a fretful night of running over in my mind the items I had forgotten to reprogram, so I'm back at it. If you happen to come into the shop today, and I look a wee bit tired, it is for good reason. It's pretty hard to look good on 3 hours sleep.
I suppose I should take this opportunity to thank Mr McGuinty and his merry band of yahoos for instituting this changed tax. Or not.
By the way, Happy Birthday Mom! See you on Sunday.
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