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

The manager now keeps deliveries in his office and doles them out for placement on the walls and racks during the day shifts, so I don't have any sense of how much merchandise is waiting to be put out, and I could probably fit more lingerie on the racks without doubling up sizes and colors if I were allowed to, but we appear to be stuffed to the gunwhales again. We're again running out of sticks/hangers. I keep hoping someone will buy the last one of something.

D.O.P.-T.

Hot, and a bad air day forecast for tomorrow. Off we go to the Sierras, leaving the house, with almost totally denuded front yard, to be fumigated.