I never really understood or appreciated my father's job until I sat side by side with him for one week. I think overwhelming would be the word I choose to describe what he does on a daily basis.
The first task he gave me was to pick out 89 matching color red sapphires for a bangle. Problem was - the stones were the size of a small freckle. After an hour of holding tweezers in a blinding light, I was finally done. My eyes were twitching, my head pounding, and I was in desperate need of a neck massage. Then my dad loosley informed me he was making 9 more bangles, in other colors, and procedded to give me the bags of gems. I said a silent prayer for my sanity.
Watching my father work was incredible. He would be at his desk, with papers everywhere, stones spralled out, picking and sifting through diamonds for one piece & choosing color combinations for another piece. He would be on the phone with a diamond setter one minute, then call our laser guy, while finishing a repair that was needed ASAP. He was literally all over the place.