D.O.P.-T. (Sunday)

There have been some nights at work when the door has banged in the wind. I hope for a freak rainstorm.

D.O.P.-T. (day before yesterday)

Another exhausting week at work. However, although usually weeks with relatively more in sales alternate with weeks with relatively less, there were a couple of nights when I sold a lot. The manager may be right about us getting lingerie customers from the place on Stevens Creek Boulevard that had a fire a couple of years ago and finally closed down this summer.

D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

Had to go to the doctor to get seen again before he would renew my prescriptions. My insurance forced me to change doctors last year - whether because the employer downgraded their coverage or because the clinic upped their fees to pay for all the huge new facilities they've been building, all of a sudden the insurance didn't pay for the clinic. The new doc is Asian like the old one but operates out of the upper floor of a warren of 1980s offices with access from the balcony and the stairs hidden around two corners. His waiting room is tiny and always full, the place is plastered with posters about gout and IBS, and unlike my former doctor he is pretty much inaudible. I successfully got a renewal out of him.