The
Diary of a Bookseller was described by the Daily Mail as
'warm, witty and laugh-out-loud funny'.
I agree with this but also found it a tad repetitive.
But I had to post about it because of one entry that
tickled my funny bone – it was worth reading the whole book just for this.
So here it is –
In the emails today was one from a former employee,
Sara, who worked for me during school holidays a few years ago: 'You
Bitch-tits, I need a reference. Here's
the form attached. Make it good, you
bastard or I will come and get you.' So
I wrote this and emailed it to her.
TO
WHOM IT MAY CONCERN
REFERENCE FOR SARA PEARCE
Sara worked Staurdays at The Book Shhop, 17 North Main
Street, Wigtown, for three years while she was at the Douglas Ewart High
School. When I say 'worked', I use the
word in it loosest possible terms. She
spent the entire day either standing outside the shop, smoking and snarling at
people trying to enter the building, or watching repeats of Hollyoaks on
4OD. Although she was generally
punctual, she often arrived either drunk or seveerly hungover. She was usually rude and aggressive. She rarely did as she was told, and never, in
the entire three years of her time here, did anything constructive without
having to be told to do so. She
invariably left a trail of rubbish behind her, usually consisting of Irn-Bru
bottles, crisp packets, chocolate wrappers and cigarette packets. She consistently stole lighters and matches
form the business, and was offensive and frequently violent towards me.
She was a valued member of staff and I have no
hesitation in recommending her.'
I imagine the recipient just copied the last sentence
and used it!
That part was memorable!
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