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Then, I get a call from my boss. He’s like, “We need to talk about the new line.” I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” I’m trying to focus, but the music is blasting, and I can’t hear a thing. I’m like, “Can you repeat that?” And he’s all, “We need more color!” I’m like, “Dude, it’s Wolvega! It’s colorful enough!”

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