My hobby was interrupted by a group intervention recently. Sigh.
I love antiquing. I love going to second hand stores on weekends to see what I might be able to use in clients' homes. I go almost every weekend, and I there was the problem.
Years ago I purchased a large warehouse knowing that I would need a place to store merchandise and hopefully have a craftsman shop for custom work, in the event I ever hired a craftsman.
Well, with over 130,000 cubic feet I knew I'd have a big job to fill that space. Guess what? I finally achieved that two weeks ago. So my accountant, office manager, project manager and bookkeeper, oh, and my husband, met with me and said "you gotta stop. No, really."
I finally admitted that I was purchasing more than I was using and coming out on the losing end. Doors, windows, banisters, sconces, tables, chairs, chairs, chairs; and how many fireplace mantels is too many? They knew.
So we're having a sale, and I'm kinda OK and kinda not. We're allowing local contractors and designers first dibs to see if we can whittle down the inventory to something more manageable. But first we had to employ an inventory management firm to come in and tag each piece! My bookkeeper has been doing a great job of entering each piece I bring into the shop, but I never did the follow through of actually tagging the item. I got my hands slapped for that, and that's all on me.
So now the team has to come in and match our master list with each piece and stick a little scan bar on it.
Let's hope I was a frugal buyer and break even on this stuff. So far I'm in the hole with the inventory team. Hope I don't fall farther down.
Sigh. This sucks.