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📓 Wednesday, January 7, 2026 — 12:40 p.m.
It’s the 7th day of the new year—and the whole bag world feels like it flipped overnight. Everybody’s asking for paper bags. We’re scrambling for paper bags because our wonderful governor, Newsom, decided plastic bags… well, that needs to be “fixed” to save the environment.
The irony is that everything you buy is wrapped in plastic—outside the packaging and inside the packaging. Somehow plastic bags became the bastard of the plastic business. So it feels like the easiest target gets attacked at the bottom—while the bigger plastic machine keeps rolling. And of course, the street vendors who depend on it feel the punch first.
Some people are still buying plastic, but the majority? They’re asking for paper.
OMG. OMG.
Have I moved some paper bags? Yes, but… it’s hard as hell because nobody really knows if this is going to be enforced long-term.
And these damn paper cases are huge. The paper bags are stacked on top of my plastic bag cases, and while I was trying to lift one to bring it out, I lost my balance and fell in with the damn paper case. Like me and the box became one unit for a second. Stupid.
Today turned into an ordeal.
I was running a bit late. I finally got there. I made a successful paper-bag transition sale. My client—Bert—asks for the receipt. I emailed it, already knowing my shitty printer wasn’t communicating with my stupid app on my phone.
And he’s like, “Nah, I need the physical copy.”
Outside I’m calm like, “Yeah, it’s cool, I’ll bring it tomorrow.”
Inside I’m thinking: fuck. That’s time. That’s gas. That’s my whole day getting dented.
The printer starts acting stupid.
Fuck.
So I did what I do when life tries to punk me: I engineered.
I got in my white stallion GMC van and just thought, fuck.
Then I pulled off, went up a street, parked under a tree—like I was hiding from my own stress—and I hacked the situation. I took the screenshot JPEG, sent it to the iPad, turned it into a PDF, sent it back to the phone… because my little thermal car printer only prints PDFs.
And I made it work.
I sold six cases.
That should feel like a win. And it is. But then life hit me with part two:
I forgot the money bag at the house.
Fuck again.
So now I’m driving home just to grab the stupid money bag… just to drive back near this area again… just to buy the gloves.
A full circle. A waste of time. A waste of gas. And I’m annoyed because I’m trying to run a business, not run in circles.
But it is what it is.
This is the lesson I keep learning the hard way: you can’t control the chaos, but you can control your response. You can either panic and lose the day… or you can park under a tree, solve the puzzle, and keep moving.
Today is messy.
But I still moved.
Question: When the day turns into chaos, do you panic—or do you engineer?
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