Well it's X-mas time at the 'ol UPS and that means: we're FUXORED for space because of the packages. (I'm LITERALY sitting in a little fort made of boxes while I type this) But that means one other thing: the fabled christmas-time schooby-treats. The last hour of working we nip next door to the pub and grab a few to-go cups of our preferred poison. So while we're completely wiped out from boxing and typing and wrapping and estimating all day, we're also half-lit for the last hour or so. So all in all, not too bad for a days work. Get booku overtime, get to help out a few people on their holiday packages, make some smiles and get pished. Lovely.

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Best christmas wishes!
Patu