What a fun day. I HATE the end of the fiscal year crap. Always have, even when I was in business for myself. Everyone frantically trying to spend every last penny allotted to them in the budget, but all of it MUST be invoiced by TOMORROW...to hell with whether or not the product ships before friggin' December - we've got to have it on the books NOW. So anyway, I walk in and there's a note on my chair: We've gotten together and 'discovered' enough money to pay for 42 flat panel monitors (including 3 for me and my staff) at $329 apiece. Well, great. That would be a fabulous thing, if I could get them for $329. Pomeroy has them at $352, but I'm not ordering anything else from them, EVER. So I check with CDW and get a bad case of sticker shock-itis. Best my boy there can do is $468. Now I'm on the phone, playing the vendor game, wherein I confront him with the fact his competitor is eating his lunch, but letting him know I don't want to order from them - I much prefer working with him. Now I'm waiting on the call back to see what their final offer is, then I'll have to track down my boss and get final approval on how many and at what cost. Of course, just to further complicate things, my procurement card is still kicking out since I maxed it last month. But if I were betting, I'd bet that this will all work out just fine, so I refuse to stress. This is what I do, and I love my job - most days of the week anyway. (Side note - Blog's spell check suggested 'Boner' as a replacement for 'Pomeroy' - maybe they know something I don't :-) )

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