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Picture it:

I'm sitting at my desk in the sea of cubicles, eating my lunch, surfing some blogs and my phone rings.

'That's dock 6. What does Jason want?', I thought to myself.

"Hello, this is Gail", I anwered.

"Come down here and get your shit!", I hear. Only, it's not Jason. It's my brother!

We work for the same company only in different buildings - until now. He's going to be over here on a temporary, possibly permanent basis doing shipping and receiving. I've been here almost 12 years, he almost 22. This isn't the first time we've been in the same building but it's the first time we're in the same building and on the same shift.

Welcome to the Country Club, big brother!