Brettuns Village Trunks & Leather
Old Trunks, New Leather.  All from Maine.

November 15, 2005



 
 

Hey Folks:

Here at the worldwide headquarters of Brettuns Village Trunk Shop and Brettuns
Village Leather, we work wicked hard.  The alarm rings at 5 am, Saturdays
included, and the lights go off about 10 pm or so, and we don't get a lot of
time to sit down.  'We' as I'm sure you know by now, usually means 'me' which is
always a little unsettling as I walk through the main building here at Brettuns
Plaza, wandering down endless hallways after 5 pm, wondering where all the
accountants, adminstrative assistants, buying agents, and shippers are spending
their evenings.  Amanda usually listens to me lament about how you can't get
employees to dedicate themselves to the corporation the way the founder does,
and then she politely reminds me that we haven't hired any of those people yet,
so it's probably premature of me to expect them to put in a little overtime now
and then.  All I get are excuses around here.

At any rate, I work hard, as does Amanda (VP of Finance), and I don't need, or
at least I hope I don't need to mention the level of effort put forth daily by
That Dog.  Then the corporate cheering squad, the 2 girls, tears through the
office here at Mach III and it hits me - we need a vacation.  I need one.  They
need to see me have one.  So, kids, we're out of here.

Leaving Friday, 11/18, back the following Friday, 11/25.  No shipping, not one
bit, until Monday the 28th of November, and on that day, a day like no other,
we'll ship like mad dogs in the street to get things to you in time for the
holidays.  We.  You bet.  Please hang with us during this time of need, and
we'll take care of you when we get back.  Where are we going?  Well, I'm not
saying, because there are a few of you that will call there to ask me one more
question about how much your trunk is worth or why don't we have any more rabbit
furs in bright pink with the leopard spots on them or when those nails go
through the slats at one end of the trunk and hit the heel where the heck do
they go or gosh if I only need one little piece of leather it just seems crazy
to have to pay for it, really, and, well, even though I like engaging in these
exchanges I'm going to go to this secret vacation spot, find a chair, and sit in
it for one week.  At some point during that week I'm going to have one beer.  A
cold one.  I'll let you know how it goes.  See you on the 25th, and I, or
course, can't wait.  Truly, all kidding aside, I love this job like no other job
I've ever held, and I know I'll be ready to dig back in after, well, right after
that one beer.

Out-
Churchill
BrettunsVillage.Com