We are closing our cookie shop next month. While in my garage, I peeled the letters of the business logo off my car one by one.
It’s like it never happened.
Paul and I put all of the shop’s expenses on paper. It was too expensive to keep the shop at its current location. Paul looked at two small retail spaces that would save us a lot of money each month, but it did not add up when I added all the expenses like worker’s comp, taxes, rent, insurance, employee wages, etc. I mulled it over for a few days. I could not ask him to keep putting money into the business.
I agree we should close the shop. Paul already knew it—he was waiting for me to see for myself. It’s my job and “my baby.” I took the idea better, having realized it for myself rather than him telling me. He did not have an emotional attachment like me.
I wanted to tell my employees personally before they found out from others. They came to my house one Sunday, and I told them the news. I was sorry for them because they were losing their jobs.
My daughter, Lauren, also worked for us.
“It is sad and not fun losing my job.”
I know someone who owns several restaurants. I called him to let him know we were closing and have a daughter and two employees who need jobs. He wanted them to apply—Lauren soon got the job.
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