Tuesday, March 15, 2011

It's Just Not Fair!

Crafty Killing.bn By Ida Mitchell

(From Lorraine Bartlett's A CRAFTY KILLING)

Hello!  My name is Ida.  What's yours?

No, don't bother to tell me.  I have a terrible memory when it comes to names.  And faces.  And things like birthdays.  And sometimes I forget to take my pills.  But what does it really matter in the long run?

Except when it comes to Artisans Alley.

I've been a vendor there since day one.  Mr. Hilton and I had an understanding.  And then one day he was dead.  This young woman, Katie Bonnie, showed up and took over and . . . she's making my life a living heck!
I make lace.  Lovely lace.  It's very time consuming.  I don't have a lot of time to devote to making my lace because I'm so busy at Artisans Alley.  I take care of the tag room.  It's an extremely important job.  When someone makes a purchase, the cashiers take the tags off of the merchandise and put them in a coffee cup.  I collect the tags and place them on numbered squares of paper.  I put them in very neat rows, and I like to put the tape on the tags in a certain way so that the vendors can flip through their tags easily.

When I'm not at Artisans Alley, I spend my time cutting up 8 1/2 by 11 inch paper into quarters and then carefully numbering them.  Then I put a rubber band around each set of ten so that I can set them out on my table.  It's very exactling work, so you can see why I have so little time to make lace.

But now this Bonner woman insists I pay my rent.  How can I do that when so much of my time is taken up with making and numbering and sorting the squares of paper I need to do my job as tag room manager at Artisans Alley?

You'd think she'd understand my predicament, but now she says if I don't pay on a weekly basis (can you believe she actually expected me to pay for several year's worth of rent?) I have to leave.  Me!  The one who has been keeping that place together for all these years with my cutting and numbering and sorting and rubber banding.

She's a bitch.

What would you do in my place?
Lorraine Bartlet writes The Victoria Square Mysteries.  The first book in the series, A CRAFTY KILLING, is currently available.  For more information on the series and Lorraine's other writing, check out her website:  LorraineBartlett.com.  Lorraine also has a personal blog, and blogs on Saturday's with the Cozy Chicks.


  1. Ida would probably be really mad if she knew I considered her a murder suspect. We just won't tell her that, okay?

  2. I heard that!!! What did you mean? Murder? Who was murdered? Mr. Hilton passed away. Young woman, I think you need a stern talking to!

    In all my life ... where are my scissors? I need to cut up some papers to regain my sense of calm.

  3. I agree with you, Heather. Skipping all that rent is sure to raise questions. But the lace! How I'd love to see that!

  4. Ida,
    You may want to read a book on OCD.

    Just sayin'


  5. Wow, is there another murder being plotted?

    Concentrate on the lace, Ida...and pay up please, or there won't be an Artisans Alley much longer.

  6. Ida, if Kate can pay the mortage on the place, then Artisans Alley will be out of business and you would be out of a job. You should negiotiate a fair settlement so that you can keep your job and perhaps find time to make and sell your lace.

  7. Perhaps it's time that you take a break from sorting the tags. Let that uppity Katie take a crack at it. ;-) And you should pay your rent. It's only fair to everyone else.

  8. Pay the rent!


  9. Ida, please don't forget to take your pills! You're supposed to take them for a reason, and maybe they'll help.

  10. First you pay up. Then you get to talk. You are lucky to have Katie.

  11. I wish *I* could get away with not paying rent! But that's not fair to the ones I owe. It's like Dru said, if Kate can't pay the rent, no more Artisan's Alley...no more job for you. And besides, if you don't pay up, why should Kate pay you?

  12. Good heavens, you people have no concept of the pressure I'm under. Pay my rent? Why...why! That's just ridiculous. How can I pay when I don't sell anything. I wish my mother was still alive. She'd tell you all to mind your own business.

    Where's my pen. I must get all those booth numbers written on those sheets of paper!

  13. Ida, breathe. One breath at a time. And then try to see things clearly. Katie is a good person. I'll bet your lace is lovely.


  14. Ida, I really think you should talk to your doctor about the dosages of your meds. You don't seem to understand. You are doing make work, you are not earning anything and yet you still take up a space that could be rented to someone who WILL PAY RENT.

    Get over yourself Ida, wake up and small the coffee.

  15. Oh, you are so right, Nora. I just LOVE the smell of coffee. Sometimes I'll go sit in Tim Horton's or Dunkin' Donuts just to inhale that heavenly smell. And thanks for your concern about my meds. Yes, I should talk to my doctor. I don't think he realizes how expensive they are. That's why I only take half a pill a day. He wants me to take THREE a day. He's crazy.

  16. Dear Ida, you poor, poor thing.
    I wonder what Katie is going to do with you.

  17. Thank you, Annette. Finally someone who understands my financial situation. Katie is probably going to make good her threat to toss me out of Artisans Alley. She's mean.