Somewhere on a beach in Mexico, Tim is drinking a Margarita and is laughing at me.
The warehouse that we moved into is smaller than our old warehouse. And Tim has been freaking out big time about binder, since we have a full load and no room for any more. I have been telling him not to worry because Amber assured me that they were not going to order that many.
So of course today, on top of Peter not working today, Mark calling in an hour before his shift, and Brian (my boss) showing up with a surprise visit, 4 pallets of binders show up.
I think that I am going to go into the bathroom and cry a bit, then dig in and start working on putting stuff away.
This is going to be a very long week
