There were offers for the shop on Friday. They couldn’t tell us who, they couldn’t tell us how many, and they couldn’t tell us how much. But there were offers. The offers were to be looked at, discussed, and presented to Apple, who have the final say.
Years ago, I worked at another reseller who were forced to sell their flagship store. They got a good offer, and took it to Apple, who rejected it because the prospective buyer had no experience running an AppleCentre. A month later they accepted another offer from a competitor. The final amount was just 10% of the original offer.
Tomorrow I have to turn up for work, not knowing if I am transitioning to new ownership, or winding up for liquidation. Best not to think about it too much, but the last few weeks have taken a toll on my sunny disposition.
Yesterday was fun – but too short. I went to Rubi + Lana’s in the morning, then to Jussi’s farewell party (where I met some people I’ve been dying to meet for ages, they didn’t disappoint), and then to Mijal’s for our first Thanksgiving dinner. Mijal is a great cook, and I apologise if I was a little touchy on the subject of the Turkey.
Disco Knitter 