| Just got into the next of an ever continuing string of hotel rooms and checked my email. Contained among the normal flotsam and jetsam is a nasty email asking for pricing that I was supposed to have turned in by Friday for a MAN install. And oh yeah, attached is the Bill of Materials that you were supposed to have last Tuesday in order to prepare your pricing. I don't know about you, but my mind is stuck on an endless "Whiskey Tango Foxtrot" loop after reading that one. How am I supposed to be able to price an install if I don't know what it is exactly that I'm installing? *sigh* looks like it will be a late night for me. | 
