Ok, Daddy helped a little bit.
I often see the email rat race used as a broadcast communication tool (ouch) or a default knowledge repository (yikes!) but among the greatest of house-of-horrors exhibits is email as the vehicle of a business process (regardless of its importance or relative urgency!) The moment that any recurring sequence of a value chain includes emailing someone and expecting an email response in order to continue, it becomes untraceable, immeasurable, and effectively out of control.
What does this have to do with SharePoint?
If in that same sequence, rather than sending emails: there had been a Team or Project Site with a List:
- To which a new entry would be contributed as an incoming request arrived
- Which generated an alert for a target audience
- Who with one or two clicks could edit the item to change a column value to ???approve??? or ???reject??? (along with some brief remarks.)
- Which generated an alert for the author of the contribution
- Who could continue to the next required action.
???things might work a little better.
Maybe the new Facebook messaging system will solve this too.
It was a little bit chilly this morning, but proper attire helps you manage in unpleasant conditions. Especially true if your gear has hearts on it.
This standard time thing isn’t so bad. At least there’s light to take a picture.
Zoe will frequently build little, I dunno – shrines? – in her room using whatever is handy. They are very neat and orderly, with everything arranged just so. The other night she built this one outside of her door while she and Zach were pretending to sleep at the doorways to their rooms.
Zoe was unhappy that she had to put the medal she got this weekend, for finishing the soccer season, in her backpack when class started. She wanted to wear it so everyone could enjoy it.
While entering the library this morning, my eye happened to glance up at a school bulletin board, only to see that the next event is titled Harmonica Bob: The Poetry of Bob Dylan. The performance will be held December 1st at noon in front of the Harry Ransom Center. As an avid Bob Dylan fan and true believer that his songwriting is some of the greatest poetry of our time, I???ll definitely be there.
December 1st at noon, amigos.