Boyceville, Wisconsin – my hometown. When my father was alive, I spent a weekend every month in Boyceville. Our Friday night ritual was to go for fish and chips at Buckshot’s Bar. We’d order while we watched people come in and greet each other by name. They would ask about the family, comment on the weather, and speculate on the
December is lost only if you want it to be
Over the years, I’ve heard owners complain; “We might as well close down in December. No one’s mind is on their business; it’s all about the holidays”. Following that thinking means you can’t do business in January because no one has any money, summer’s bad because everyone is on vacation, spring and fall are bad because of school breaks and
It’s all good.
It was late in the day; the store was packed. All around me unhappy people were complaining about long lines and slow cashiers. The young woman behind me had only two items and a little girl in her cart. My cart was full, so I invited her to go ahead. “Thank you,” she smiled, “We don’t mind waiting; Emily and
Your first job
Do you remember your first “real” job? The first job where you had to be at work for certain hours, performing certain duties AND you received a real paycheck! Over the years, I’ve employed a number of interns, high school students who want to learn about some of the aspects of office/administrative work. Our latest intern, Emma, with her enthusiasm