It's every craftsman's worst nightmare, forced to do a stint in a panel products cabinet shop. The sickening smell of formaldehyde and the lethal brain damaging stench of contact adhesive. The cold contempt of the management to us shop floor grunts. We rock up at some ungodly hour before sunrise and they stroll in around nine thirty in their business corvettes and massive 4x4s. The secretary dresses like a hooker, the accountant is a snivelling weasel and the owner couldn't use a nail gun if his life depended on it. Laid off just weeks before Christmas, may call you back sometime in the new year. Bastards. Thank God that's in my past now.

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like your carts could you send me pic and sizes

Don't want a shop this big. have to push out too much work to keep it afloat. Unless your dignity apartment blocks or condo's it's not worth the headache. All cookie cutter stuff. My small, tiny commercial shop with a 10th of the space is much better.