So, time was up. I completed six new prototypes and was being summoned back to the Warehouse. The prototypes were met with enthusiasm but there was an ominous tone in the air. Something had changed in my absence.
It looked like our funder had pulled out at the last moment, and it had been a month since Team Leaders were paid. The stress on the President's face was very evident. The Team Leaders had bills to pay and we were seriously ready to walk. The President sensed our frustration and we became quite vocal. She asked that we wait for her in the adjoining room.
We waited almost 30 minutes, and stewed even more. Finally, the President and Mr. Lawson, an attorney, entered the room. I thought this was it. No pay. No warning. We were told that an emergency funder was meeting the production shop tomorrow. If the new samples were worthy of backing and current production orders were being made and ready for delivery, we could survive and maybe even retain an advance. We needed a machine, a merrow machine.
I left work early, I needed to be rested and ready to give the funder a tour and then have a few projections ready for her. I was examining the samples, making sure everything looked perfect was labelled properly along with hangtags. I liked how the prototypes looked but wasn't thrilled. I switched to numbers and projections. I was fried, had no motivation. I felt like this was it, we didn't have a machine to make these items. I couldn't see any way we could make this happen and I was tired of borrowing money.
The meeting was 11 a.m. sharp, Ms. Rosen was several minutes early and the President got tied up in traffic. Lydia, our Operations Manager, proceeded to give her a tour, and I went along. I told the girls to keep working and remain hopeful. Within 15 minutes, Marilyn had arrived and was wearing one of the hat prototypes I had made from the upcycled sweaters. Ms. Rosen loved the hat and wanted to see what else she would be funding.
I really wanted Marilyn to look over my numbers before Rosen had a chance. It was at that time that I asked Lydia to take my calculations and look them over before they went into another meeting. I would woo Rosen with the samples and production set-up while they double-checked. I was nervous, I never felt truly comfortable with numbers, particularly because of my dyslexia. We had too much riding on this and I needed another set of eyes.
Rosen loved the concept. She also loved the poncho, mittens, scarves, hats and headband. Not too crazy about the handbags and neither was I. There was this odd piece, a funky dog bed that she went completely gaga over. All prototypes were made from upcycled sweaters except the handbags which were made from upholestry material. Mission accomplished.
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