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PRAISE FOR WAREHOUSE
MANAGEMENT THIRD EDITION
‘There are few people in the world with Gwynne Richards’ specialist
knowledge and experience. Aligned to the rapid pace of change in
today’s logistics industry, his latest edition of Warehouse Management
is an invaluable tool for understanding best practice in this vitally
important business. Seasoned practitioners as well as the young talent
needed by the industry will find this a great source of reference and
learning.’ Peter Ward, Chief Executive, United Kingdom Warehousing
Association
Warehouse Management
A complete guide to improving
efficiency and minimizing costs in
the modern warehouse
Gwynne Richards
Publisher’s note
Every possible effort has been made to ensure that the
information contained in this book is accurate at the time of
going to press, and the publisher and authors cannot accept
responsibility for any errors or omissions, however caused. No
responsibility for loss or damage occasioned to any person
acting, or refraining from action, as a result of the material in
this publication can be accepted by the editor, the publisher or
any of the authors.
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Contents
List of Figures
List of Tables
Acknowledgements
Introduction
Introduction
Types of warehouse operation
Why do we hold stock?
Warehouse location
Number of warehouses
Supply chain trends affecting warehouses
The growth of e-fulfilment and its effect on the
warehouse
Specialized warehousing
Summary and conclusion
Introduction
Warehouse trade-offs
The warehouse manager’s challenges
Lean warehousing
People management
People challenges
Attracting and retaining warehouse employees
An ageing and constantly changing workforce
Operating hours
Training
Warehouse audit
Quality systems
Summary and conclusion
Introduction
Receiving
Pre-receipt
In-handling
Preparation
Offloading
Cross docking
Recording
Quality control
Put-away
Summary and conclusion
Introduction
Preparation
Warehouse pick area layout
Summary and conclusion
Introduction
Picker to goods
Goods to picker
Types of automated picking
Examples of automated picking systems
Handling equipment
Storage equipment
Summary and conclusion
06 Order-picking methods
Introduction
Paper pick lists
Pick by label
Pick by voice
Barcode scanning
Radio frequency identification
Pick by light/pick to light
Put to light
Vision pick
Comparisons
Cost of errors
Deciding on type of picking system and equipment
Summary and conclusion
Introduction
Replenishment
Value-adding services
Indirect activities
Stock management
Stock or inventory counting
Cycle counting or perpetual inventory counts
The count itself
Security
Returns processing
Despatch
Documentation
Role of the driver
Summary and conclusion
Introduction
Why does a company need a WMS?
Choosing a WMS
The process
Selecting the right WMS
What to look for in a system
Selecting a partner
Before the final decision
Implementation
Software as a service
Cloud computing
Summary and conclusion
09 Warehouse layout
Introduction
Data collection and analysis
Space calculations
Aisle width
Other space
Warehouse layout examples
Finding additional space
Summary and conclusion
10 Storage and handling equipment
Introduction
Storage equipment
Storage options
Shuttle technology with a difference
Very high bay warehouses
Other storage media
Warehouse handling equipment
Vertical and horizontal movement
Automated storage and retrieval systems (AS/RS)
Specialized equipment
Recent technical advances
Summary and conclusion
11 Resourcing a warehouse
Introduction
Processing activities
Other factors
Modelling automation
Summary and conclusion
12 Warehouse costs
Introduction
Types of costs
Return on investment (ROI)
Traditional versus activity-based costing systems
Charging for shared-user warehouse services
Logistics charging methods
Hybrid
Summary and conclusion
13 Performance management
Introduction
Why do we need to measure?
What should we be measuring?
How to choose the right performance measures
Traditional productivity measures
New performance metrics
Hard and soft measures
Integrated performance models
Benchmarking
Balanced scorecard
Summary and conclusion
14 Outsourcing
Introduction
The outsourcing decision
Core activity/core competence
Cost reduction, cost visibility and economies of
scale
Improvement in customer service
Management skills and innovation
Capital investment reduction
Flexibility
Role of third-party contractors
Preparing to outsource
Choosing the right partner
The transition
Managing a third-party relationship
Why contracts fail
The future of outsourcing
Summary and conclusion
15 Health and safety
Introduction
Risk assessments
Layout and design
Fire safety
Slips and trips
Manual handling
Working at height
Vehicles
Forklift trucks
Warehouse equipment legislation
First aid
Insuring against liability
Summary and conclusion
Introduction
Legislation and other pressures
Warehouse energy usage
Energy production
The environment and waste
Packaging
Pallets
Stretchwrap
Cartons
Labelling
Product waste
Waste disposal
Hazardous waste
Forklift trucks
Equipment disposal
Summary and conclusion
Introduction
Context
Views of the future: the landscape
Views of the future: the warehouse
Other advances
Summary and conclusion
Barbara Scott;
David Cairns of Q Log Consulting;
Chris Sturman of FSDF;
Ruth Waring of Labyrinth Logistics Consulting;
Simon Edwards of Aaron and Partners, Solicitors, and his
colleagues.
The day was beautiful. The procession went slowly down the old
stage road, past Lime Point, through the Roaring River canyon,
beyond up Reddy’s grade, over the First Summit and then through
Little Forest to the watering-place at the head of the last canyon.
Every stream, every tree, every rock along the road was known to
Uncle Hank. He was going home over a familiar way. The pine trees,
with their somber green, were silent; the little streams that went
frolicking from one side of a canyon to another seemed subdued; it
was spring, but the gray squirrels were not barking in the tree-tops,
and the quail seemed to pipe but faintly through the underbrush. The
lupines and the bluebells nodded along the way; the chipmunks
stood in the sunlight and stared curiously.
All would have gone well had not George William Pike been a man
without understanding—and such a man is beyond redemption. He
did not appreciate the spirit of the invitation to join in this last simple
ceremony in honor of Uncle Hank. He accepted it as an apology
from Paradise Bar and growled to himself because of the absurd
request to paint the coach black—which he would not have done
except for an order from the superintendent, who was a man of
policy. A year could have been wasted in explaining that the
invitation was an expression of humility and of atonement for the
camp’s treatment of its own. So he came and wore his silk hat and
his red necktie, and Morosin’ Jones almost had a spasm in
restraining himself.
Down the mountain-side they went, slowly and decorously.
Nothing eventful happened until the mouth of the canyon was
cleared, and then George William became impatient. He could not
understand the spirit of the occasion. Meadow Lark and supper were
a long way off, and the luncheon at Half-Way House had been light.
So he began making remarks over his horses’ heads with the
intention of hurrying up Gregg, who was driving the old stage. “Well
fitted for this kind of work, those horses, ain’t they?” he said. “Seems
curious they were ever put on the stage.” Gregg said nothing, but
tightened rein a bit. “Where will we stop for the night?” asked George
William presently, flicking the off leader’s ear with his whip.
Gregg turned around angrily. “If you don’t like the way this thing is
bein’ done, you can cut and go on in town alone; but if you don’t
keep your mouth closed there’ll be trouble.”
“I don’t want to go into town alone,” rejoined George William
pleasantly, “but I reckon we’d go in better fashion if we was at the
head of this percession.”
“Maybe you’d better try it,” said Gregg, reddening, and thereupon
George William turned out his four white horses and his black stage,
without saying anything to his two passengers, and proceeded to go
around. Gregg gathered in the slack in his reins. “Go back!” he
roared. But Pike, swinging wide to the right to avoid the far-reaching
whip, went on. Nebuchadnezzar pricked up his ears. Rome looked
inquiringly at Athens, and Moloch snorted indignantly. Athens’
expression said very plainly: “Are we at our time of life going to
permit four drawing-room apologies for horses and a new-fangled
rattletrap to pass us on our own road?” The negative response could
be seen in the quiver that ran down each horse’s back. The leaders
gently secured their bits between their teeth. So absorbed was
Gregg in the strange actions of George William that he paid little
attention to his own horses.
Up and down the line behind him men were waving and
gesticulating and shouting. “Don’t let him pass you!” yelled
Wilkerson. That instruction ran up and down the line, clothed in a
variety of picturesque and forcible utterances. But no instruction was
needed by the horses in front of Gregg. They understood, and
scarcely had the other stage turned into the main road ahead when
they at one jump broke from a walk into a gallop. George William
saw and gave his four the rein and the whip. Glancing back, Gregg
watched the whole procession change from a line of decorous
dignity to one of active excitement. Dust began to rise, men on
horseback passed men on mules; men in buckboards passed men
on lumber wagons. George William held the road, and with it a great
advantage. To pass him it would be necessary to go out among the
rocks and the sage-brush, and the white four were racing swiftly,
rolling out behind them a blinding cloud of dust. Gregg set his teeth,
and spoke encouragingly to his horses. George William turned and
shouted back an insult: “You needn’t hurry; we’ll tell them you’ll be
there to-morrow. ’Tend to your new business; there is nothing in the
other for you. We’re going into town first.”
“Maybe,” said Gregg grimly—and loosened his whip. The four
lifted themselves together at its crack; in another half mile they were
ready to turn out to go around. Gregg watched for a place anxiously.
Brush and boulders seemed everywhere, but finally he chose a little
sandy wash along which ran the road for a way.
Turning out he went into the sand and lost ten yards. He heard
George William laugh sarcastically. But the old stage horses had
been in sand before, and had but one passenger besides their driver.
In a little while they were abreast the leaders, and here they stayed
and could gain no farther. For George William laid on the lash, and
the road was good. On they went, the one stage running smoothly
on the hard road, the other swaying, bounding, rocking, among the
rocks and gullies. A little while they ran thus, and then the road
began to tell. Pike shouted triumphantly. Gregg, with despair in his
heart, watched with grief the loss of inch after inch. “What can I do?”
he groaned—and turning, he found himself face to face with Uncle
Hank. The reins dropped from his nerveless hands, and his face
went white.
“Give me a hand!” shouted Uncle Hank, and over the swinging
door he crawled on the seat—and Gregg perceived he was flesh and
blood. The old fire was in his eyes, he stood erect and loosened his
whip with his left hand easily as of yore. And then something else
happened. The line behind was scattered and strung out to perhaps
a mile in length, but every eye was on the racing coaches. They saw
the familiar figure of the old stage driver, saw him gather up the
reins; saw and understood that he had come back to life again, and
up and down that line went a cheer such as Paradise Bar will seldom
hear again. Uncle Hank sent the whip waving over the backs of his
beloved. “Nebuchadnezzar! Moloch! Rome! Athens! Come! No
loafing now. This is our road, our stage—and our camp is shouting.
Don’t you hear the boys! Ten years together, you’n me. Whose dust
have we taken? Answer me! Good, Athens, good—steady, Rome,
you blessed whirlwind. Reach out, Neb—that’s it—reach. Easy,
Moloch, easy; never mind the rocks. Yo-ho! Yo-ho-o-o! In we go!”
At the first words of the master, the four lifted themselves as if
inspired. Then they stretched lowly and ran; ran because they knew
as only horses can know; ran as his voice ran, strong and straight. In
three minutes they turned in ahead of the white horses and the
funeral stage. The race was practically won. Uncle Hank with the
hilarious Gregg alongside, drove into Meadow Lark ten minutes
ahead of all others—and Meadow Lark in its astonishment almost
stampeded. After a while the rest of Paradise Bar arrived, two of its
leading citizens, who had started out in a certain black stage drawn
by four horses, coming in on foot. They were quite non-committal in
their remarks, but it was inferred from a few words dropped casually
that, after the stage stopped, they lost some time in chasing the
driver back into the foothills; and it was observed that they were
quite gloomy over their failure to capture him.
“Oh, never mind,” said Morosin’ Jones, in an ecstasy of joy.
“What’s the good of cherishin’ animosity? Why, for all I care he kin
wear that red necktie now if he wants to”—then after a pause—“yes,
and the silk hat, too, if he’s bound to be a cabby.”
Uncle Hank was smiling and shaking hands with everybody and
explaining how the familiar motion of the stage had brought him out
of his trance. “I’m awful glad to have you here, boys; mighty glad to
see you. The hosses and me are proud. I’ll admit it. We oughter be.
Ain’t Paradise Bar with us, and didn’t we win two out of three, after
all?”—From The Black Cat, June, 1902, copyright by Short Story
Publishing Co., and used by their kind permission.
HUMOROUS DIALECT SELECTIONS IN POETRY
KENTUCKY PHILOSOPHY
By Harrison Robertson
You Wi’yam, cum ’ere, suh, dis instunce. Wu’ dat you got under dat
box?
I do’ want no foolin’—you hear me? Wut you say? Ain’t nu’h’n but
rocks?
’Peahs ter me you’s owdashus p’ticler. S’posin’ dey’s uv a new kine.
I’ll des take a look at dem rocks. Hi yi! der you think dat I’s bline?
I calls dat a plain water-million, you scamp, en I knows whah it
growed;
It come fum de Jimmerson cawn fiel’, dah on ter side er de road.
You stole it, you rascal—you stole it! I watched you fum down in de
lot.
En time I gets th’ough wid you, nigger, you won’t eb’n be a grease
spot!
Now ain’t you ashamed er yo’se’f, sur? I is. I’s ’shamed you’s my
son!
En de holy accorjan angel he’s ’shamed er wut you has done;
En he’s tuk it down up yander in coal-black, blood-red letters—
“One water-million stoled by Wi’yam Josephus Vetters.”
En I’s now gwiner cut it right open, en you shain’t have nary bite,
Fuh a boy who’ll steal water-millions—en dat in de day’s broad light
—
Ain’t—Lawdy! its green! Mirandy! Mi-ran-dy! come on wi’ dat switch!
Well, stealin’ a g-r-e-e-n water-million! who ever yeered tell er des
sich?
Cain’t tell w’en dey’s ripe? W’y, you thump ’um, en we’n dey go pank
dey is green;
But w’en dey go punk, now you mine me, dey’s ripe—en dat’s des
wut I mean.
En nex’ time you hook water-millions—you heered me, you ign’ant,
you hunk,
Ef you doan’ want a lickin’ all over, be sho dat dey allers go “punk!”
—Harper’s Magazine.
OH, I DUNNO!
Anonymous
Lindy’s hair’s all curly tangles, an’ her eyes es deep en’ gray,
En’ they allus seems er-dreamin’ en’ er-gazin’ far away,
When I ses, “Say, Lindy, darlin’, shall I stay, er shall I go?”
En’ she looks at me er-smilin’, en’ she ses, “Oh, I dunno!”
Now, she knows es I’m er-lovin’ her for years an’ years an’ years
But she keeps me hesitatin’ between my doubts an’ fears;
En’ I’m gettin’ pale and peaked, en’ et’s jes from frettin’ so
Ovur Lindy with her laughin’ an’ er-sayin’, “I dunno!”
T’other night we come frum meetin’ an’ I asks her fer a kiss,
En’ I tells her she’s so many that er few she’ll never miss;
En’ she looks up kinder shy-like, an’ she whispers sorter low,
“Jim, I’d ruther that you wouldn’t, but—er well—Oh, I dunno!”
Then I ses, “Now see here, Lindy, I’m er-wantin’ yer ter state
Ef yer thinks yer’ll ever love me, an’ if I had better wait,
Fer I’m tired of this fulein’, an’ I wants ter be yer beau,
An’ I’d like to hear yer sayin’ suthin’ else but I dunno!”
Then I puts my arm around her an’ I holds her close and tight,
En’ the stars away up yander seems er-winkin’ et th’ sight,
Es she murmurs sof’ an’ faintly, with the words er-comin’ slow,
“Jim, I never loved no other!” Then I ses, “Oh, I dunno!”
RORY O’MORE
By Samuel Lover
Then Rory, the rogue, stole his arm ’round her neck,
So soft and so white, without freckle or speck,
And he looked in her eyes that were beaming with light,
And he kissed her sweet lips;—don’t you think he was right?
“Now, Rory, leave off, sir; you’ll hug me no more.
That’s eight times to-day you have kiss’d me before.”
“Then here goes another,” says he, “to make sure,
For there’s luck in odd numbers,” says Rory O’More.
HOWDY SONG
By Joel Chandler Harris
“IMPH-M”
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