I’m not even going to give more than a few paragraphs to what surely has to be the most poorly run bookstore in the universe, complete with the surliest manager ever. Here’s a brief rundown:
I arrive at 12:30 as I’ve been advised to do by bookstore girl. “Hi, I’m Lauren Dane and I’ve got a signing here today from 1 – 3.”
Bookstore guy. Blank look. “Who?” (Bwah! This is swell already!) I repeat my name. He calls someone. Looks back to me. “Someone will have a table set up by 1.”
Me – “Well, where will the table be? I’ll need to bring in my books and get set up.”
Bookstore guy. Blank look. (me – inward sigh and prayer for patience). He calls someone (sensing a pattern here?). “They’ll have a table out here in 15 minutes.”
I thank him and grind my teeth and wait.
Manager shows up, shoves a table in my direction, doesn’t introduce herself. “You can get a table from the cafe.” Turns around and walks away.
I actually laughed at that point it was so ridiculous.
Seriously, after dropping the ball and not even ordering my books and making me go to the expense of overnighting them and then trying to shove me to another day AFTER I’d done promotion and ordered books overnight, the least I expected was an actual introduction and a smile from the manager. I don’t think it’s too much to ask. They’re the ones who made all the mistakes, I was courteous the whole time. It’s like courtesy and taking responsibility are dead. I mean, the place sells books, I write them – what a concept!
Suffice it to say, the bookstore SUCKED but for several lovely readers who came by and made my day (two even brought cupcakes!) and the one bright light, Larry the bookstore guy who was totally sweet and made annoucements over the PA about me being there to sign.