6
My guilt didn’t let me sleep well and I came to work the next day in a cranky mood. My mood wasn’t helped when Stouten came up to me just before lunch with a big order to be moved from the warehouse to one of the department doors. “The toy department wants twelve of their crates moved to their door in an hour,” he ordered me.
I shut off Sam, leaned over the controls, and stared at him disbelievingly. “How am I supposed to do that in ten minutes?”
“What does ten minutes have to do with it?” he snapped.
“That’s all I have until lunch,” I reminded him.
“Then I guess you’re going to have to wait to stuff your face because they need that stuff now.”
“You can’t do that. It’s against union rules,” I pointed out.
“Does it look like I care?” Stouten countered.
I couldn’t accurately de
