Nothing is eternal, that much I know. I could never call myself a decent Buddhist otherwise... But, there was still so much frustration on realizing that all my hard work today will, in the big picture of things, amount to nothing. No, my endevors to catagorize and organize the back-stock will mean nothing by the time of our Inspection since by next week, it will be in a mess from trying to find things. Who thought it a good idea to try and fit five boxes of swimsuits in two little places-- organized by design, color, cut, and arrangement on shelf?!
No, nothing is eternal... if only I could accept that.