gmd

So I guess things worked out. CMC is the coolest dude ever and in the words of Doobs if you fuck with him I'll shank you!

In other news. Work is going to really suck dick for the next month or so. Apparently we're being timed on picks as well as new freight... And back room is going to be timed. So everythings going to hell in a hand basket. Why do I get the feeling like fate wants me back in the Army?