We recently integrated our suggested order system into the Spar DC system.
Our clients are now able to order goods electronically from Spar DC and have them process the order through their system, completely unaware of the fact that its not "their software on the other side".
Friday, October 22, 2010
Suggested Order System
While we have always had suggested, order quantities and cover days, we have recently been investing heavily in the Science of stock replenishment.
The new suggested order system is a thing of great beauty. It can analize vast ammounts of data in under 2 seconds and produce views of the product replenishment cycle that take all the guesswork out of Retail.
The new suggested order system is a thing of great beauty. It can analize vast ammounts of data in under 2 seconds and produce views of the product replenishment cycle that take all the guesswork out of Retail.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Last Man Standing
I had a dream this morning, and it really made me think.
As I approach middle age, there are fewer old people in my world.
My dad, and my father in law are the few remaining tiers that exist above me in the family tree.
I have known a few truly funny and amazing old men, some of whom have passed on. WE took their brand of humor for granted, but I see now that when they are gone, the current generation who are far more Westernized, and English centric, are a completely different sort.
It came to me that all subsequent generations have lost their mother tongue and that special charismatic way that was unique to a particular period in history.
While the wheel of life turns and new generations will replace old ones and man will always find things to talk about and jokes will always be funny, in any language, the world will be a poorer place for having lost these amazing old men who live only in my memory.
They are irreplaceable and when they are gone, the space they occupy will be vacant, forever.
As I approach middle age, there are fewer old people in my world.
My dad, and my father in law are the few remaining tiers that exist above me in the family tree.
I have known a few truly funny and amazing old men, some of whom have passed on. WE took their brand of humor for granted, but I see now that when they are gone, the current generation who are far more Westernized, and English centric, are a completely different sort.
It came to me that all subsequent generations have lost their mother tongue and that special charismatic way that was unique to a particular period in history.
While the wheel of life turns and new generations will replace old ones and man will always find things to talk about and jokes will always be funny, in any language, the world will be a poorer place for having lost these amazing old men who live only in my memory.
They are irreplaceable and when they are gone, the space they occupy will be vacant, forever.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Google SideWiki. An excellent idea
Instead of keeping up with a million logins on a million forums, this is a really great idea.
Backed by the power of Google, this could be the best thing since sliced bread.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Mr Mehboob, of DJ College Karachi. An amazing man
It was our first year in Karachi. Twenty five young South Africans, all aged nineteen and all experiencing the freedom of living in a hostel, and playing at being grown up for the first time.
We organized the mess and hired a cook and when we were so proud of our little piece of home we invited Mr Mehboob to supper. He by the way was the Principal of DJ College and our warden in the hostel.
After we had all had a lovely meal some of the boys decided that we should entertain Mr Mehboob with stories and jokes, and we all had a great time. Just in the best part, my friend Faizal Jassat (who is now a doctor) insisted that I sing a song to Mr Mehboob. He insisted that I sing the Joan Baez song Bangladesh to him. It was an innocent enough request and I resisted for as long as I could and then I sang. It was after all a lovely song.
Mr Mehboob sat through the whole song and when I got the the tear jerking end, he motioned me to come close to him and he told me in my ear, "be careful where you sing that song".
And I laughted it off not knowing what he meant.
Years later I learnt the history of Bangladesh and East Pakistan and I knew that the song described the bloody atrocities that Pakistan committed in Bangladesh, and the terrible, terrible soldiers that the song referred to were Pakistani Shock troupes.!!
Almost thirty years later, I truly understand the measure of the man, who was able to sit there through the song, listening intently, and have the presence of mind to take me aside and give me a friendly warning.
I was so young and naïve, and he was so wise. I wish I had seen this sooner and had the time to really sit down and speak to him.
Life is about timing. Often we only appreciate the advice and wisdom of others after they are gone. Bad timing I suppose. But in truth, that incident lives in my memory, and what can one really hope for at the end, but to live in the memories of those we leave behind.
Mr Mehboob, where ever you are, I thank you.
We organized the mess and hired a cook and when we were so proud of our little piece of home we invited Mr Mehboob to supper. He by the way was the Principal of DJ College and our warden in the hostel.
After we had all had a lovely meal some of the boys decided that we should entertain Mr Mehboob with stories and jokes, and we all had a great time. Just in the best part, my friend Faizal Jassat (who is now a doctor) insisted that I sing a song to Mr Mehboob. He insisted that I sing the Joan Baez song Bangladesh to him. It was an innocent enough request and I resisted for as long as I could and then I sang. It was after all a lovely song.
Mr Mehboob sat through the whole song and when I got the the tear jerking end, he motioned me to come close to him and he told me in my ear, "be careful where you sing that song".
And I laughted it off not knowing what he meant.
Years later I learnt the history of Bangladesh and East Pakistan and I knew that the song described the bloody atrocities that Pakistan committed in Bangladesh, and the terrible, terrible soldiers that the song referred to were Pakistani Shock troupes.!!
Almost thirty years later, I truly understand the measure of the man, who was able to sit there through the song, listening intently, and have the presence of mind to take me aside and give me a friendly warning.
I was so young and naïve, and he was so wise. I wish I had seen this sooner and had the time to really sit down and speak to him.
Life is about timing. Often we only appreciate the advice and wisdom of others after they are gone. Bad timing I suppose. But in truth, that incident lives in my memory, and what can one really hope for at the end, but to live in the memories of those we leave behind.
Mr Mehboob, where ever you are, I thank you.
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