The last few weeks have almost been unbearable and unbelievable and there is no end in sight. This week will be the third of five estate sales in a row. Between estate family members suing each other, one of my main workers being sick and not being able to work, the daily triple digit heat indexes while digging out attics and garages, one of my A/C units going out at home, my toddler wants to potty train….and did I mention in the middle of these escapades that my warehouse was broken into and I lost $8K to $10K worth of merchandise, equipment, and scrap metal. While being thrown into the middle of other families problems and drama I keep telling myself, “I love my job?” Oh and what about my shows I have to pack, repack, repair two flat tired trailers, price, clean glassware, fix furniture, iron & launder linens/vintage clothing, pack my own personal bags. And did I mention “I love my job?” Then I have the mall and little issues there such as buying stolen merchandise, shop lift...