D.O.P.-T.

The new guy is gone, and so is Morning Gal. The earlier new guy continues to end his shifts with food debris sprayed all over the floor behind the counter, although to be fair, last night's (popcorn and a few candy wrappers) was only on the floor, while last week he was also messing up the work table and under the counter. Perhaps not unrelated, Old Guy came to me in a tizzy about the big ol' roach he'd seen in the bathroom. I went back there, hunted it down and dispatched it, then binned the remains.