A Wardrobe Full of Hats.

Hi, I'm Britaini; I'm the owner of an independent book shoppe. This is Britaini; she's my Tech girl. Over here is Britaini; she takes care of billing. That girl waaaaay over there in the corner is Britaini; she does all the ordering. This is Britaini, Human Resources. And Britaini, over there, is in charge of customer relations...

And on and on it goes.

I am not complaining. What I'm doing is marveling at those folks who do exactly what I'm doing at the outset; you know, the start-up people who have no help whatsoever! How, in god's name, do they do it?

I say this because I'm working on fliers for our Open House next month. And I, unfortunately, know next to nothing about computers and all their magical ways. But I figure, the best way to learn is to stumble through it until you figure it out, yeah? So, I sit here thinking, "boo-hoo-hoo" and "I'm an intelligent, independent young woman; I can do whatever I put my mind to", alternately; all the while I'm staring at my volunteer going, "I wouldn't be able to do any of this if it weren't for you!"
So, on the whole, very fortunate (I have a huge support staff; hard working volunteers -a.k.a. book junkies- and awesome customers -a.k.a. ...book junkies-), if only slightly stressed and somewhat prone to brief spells of self pity.

End of spiel. Back to the grind for me.

-Britaini

P.S.
Here's a little funny; I think we can all identify.  
Bernard Does His Taxes

Literature and Life

Evening, Ladies and Gents.

Tonight, I'd like to share with you my vision. 

I have a dream, a richly coloured, coffee and vanilla scented, comfortably furnished, artistically inclined dream.

Our bookstore (because it is ours; yours and mine) will be a haven for literature and its lovers. I see Readers sat in chairs, cup in hand and book across lap. I see children curled up with a pillow on the rug, reading to Mum and Dad. I see Poets contemplating while Romantics sigh. I hear Vivaldi's cello and Mose's fingers dancing across the keys while Sinatra croons. I see people, being.

Literature is more than just words on a page. It's not just stories about life; it's life itself. It's meat and marrow, flesh and blood, and every time I crack a spine, I fall in love all over again.

Share this dream with me. Lets fall in love together; let's fall into a book.

“Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and provides; and in this respect, it irrigates the deserts that our lives have already become.” -C.S. Lewis

Peace and happy reading...

-Britaini