The unit is an absolute madhouse this Monday morning, but that’s exactly how I want it.
We’ve got mountain-high piles of tightly bound, heavily loaded packages boxed up and ready to fly out the door.
The weight of thousands of different worlds practically bursting through the packaging as the weekend's orders continue to stack.
The packing tape is flying, the deep scent of aged paper and fresh ink fills the air and looking at this massive stack of orders feels like looking at a battlefield we just conquered.
Monday blues don't stand a chance here.
I'm locked in, fueled by adrenaline, crushing the morning rush one wrapped parcel at a time.
Best of probabilities to you.
Dane.
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