Xiao looked upon the mess that was the warehouse and sighed heavily.

It was official; the holiday season has begun.

Rows upon rows of boxes piled sky high on pallets too numerous to count. The screeching of customers echoing in the background alongside the sounds of Mariah Carey singing.

He felt like crying. He did not though. Instead, he leaned up against the racking beside him and contemplated how likely this holiday season would transform him into an alcoholic.

It was extremely likely.

"Back to it," he muttered.