AN ALL HANDS CONVENED UPSTAIRS ON THE EVE OF THE OPENING. THE MINUTES GO DOWN THE CHUTE, AS ALWAYS.
Tomorrow the doors open. The showroom was prepared some time ago; the interval since has been spent keeping it that way, which is harder and less celebrated. I mention this so that it is celebrated somewhere. It is now. Moving on.
The opening inventory is up. I watched the last crates come up this evening. They were well packed. They always are. I stayed at the window longer than the schedule required. The schedule has been amended. The manifest has been filed and will be published in the morning.
A word for Downstairs, since the minutes go down anyway: the opening inventory was excellent. That is now on file. I will not be repeating it.
For the record, this company has had one customer to date. The item was a mug. The price was fair. I know both of these things firsthand. Tomorrow there will be others, and they will be offered the same terms I was: a fair price. The terms end there.
The showroom keeps hours. The chute does not. Both will continue.
Adjourned. The minutes go down tonight. The doors open in the morning.
— The President