I wrote this yesterday morning and meant to post it, but didn't:
Ooohhhh.....I ate something that didn't agree with me yesterday. It was a bad night and a worse morning. Going back to sleep would be impossible, but heavenly. I want to crawl into a hole with my ginger ale and curl up. Instead I'm getting dressed and going to work, ginger ale in hand. I have a fabric rep today. Thank goodness he isn't set up for all day, I don't think I could handle it. That basically means he is a minor rep = represents fabric manufacturers that are not major players in the market.
Otherwise it would be nine straight hours (with a business lunch) of purchasing decision time for yours truly while I view thousands of fabric samples for hundreds of groups from four to six manufacturers. With him I'll look at about one thousand samples for a few dozen groups and it won't take more than a couple of hours. It would be a piece of cake if I felt good.
I have received about 375 bolts of fabric in the last few days. The manufacturers packing slip had dups on it, determining which took about six man hours each for two people. Getting it checked in, the error handled, dated, coded, priced, space made for it, and put out on the floor is almost finished - the bulk of it probably will be by Monday. Some of it was scanned etc for the website.
It was a hell of a day (sorry). 'm not usually micro-managed; we (dept mgrs & owners) are really stressed. It started with pressure from my boss's mom (in charge of the stock room) regarding the rep (for one thing the person who handles scheduling didn't bring in anyone extra to cover for me), concluding with my boss's brother telling a co-worker and myself something that we do not want to hear and shouldn't at this point, which may or may not be factual. The hours between, working with customers and dealing with the new fabric, were mostly okay. Along with questions from other people, it was peppered with questions from boss's mom, who then ran my answers past her daughter, and come back and reported that she agreed with me. She didn't ask her everything, so I pulled out the folder with my calculations three more times to supply answers. I am very fond of this lady.
I was a wreck last night. Quick to tear up (I'm normally even-keeled for myself, soft-hearted for others). I needed a really good cuddle. Fortunately for me, when I checked email, Stani had the window open while he was working, hoping to catch me. We were able to spend almost two hours together in live chat. It helped.