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Well Freddy, I fear for ya, but then I know you wife is a sweetheart and not mean like my wife. When she was laid off from her professional job dealing with big clients (sony and such over seas) she was done and so was I about her working at that job. We were young and I had always wanted someone else to do my paper work like billing, ordering, and scheduling sub contractors and such. I know you hate that part of the business too, but necessary so we do that crap to keep thing going. That worked out great, for the first two months. We moved the paper work section from the shop to the house. She is very good about organizing, getting systems working. That's was what she did for her big client, Sony, to get their products from factories shipped to the US. Well ,my home office was completely rearranged and my file systems were turned upside down to the point of not being to find anything. I had to ask every time I needed to look at something. She was pissed as me asking all the time. Well, since I am kinda dumb, nothing that flows smoothly make any sense. After about 1.5 months of this crap, I finally decided to stop this BS. WE would argue more then we talk. She would get so pissed because I would demand a certain things to be done and she changes it to streamline it. I decided to stop while I am ahead to avoid divorce. She bummedaround for a couple of years then we decided to have kids. she's been a stay home mom since.
Funny story, well no, sad story. I asked my trusty "Office manager" to schedule a meeting with Bill at the job to get the flooring measured up for an install. My hardwood floor installer(If you are reading this, Jim Richards, yeah, Bill Rose) ran late about 45 min. She left without telling me and called Bill that he's no longer on the job for this install. "We will use someone else that show up on time for meetings". She found one from one of her fooking friend that's done some BS floor work for them. Bill is the only one I trust and like working with him. We go back 15 years and have done each and every floor since. He will do the job without seeing plans with just a hand shake (sometimes over the phone). I had to call him back and apologize with my tail between my legs. He laughed it off because he's gone down the same road before. She's used to that crap in her office and hates folks who are late.
Good luck. May the force be with ya 24/7
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