I built Boothkeeper from a hospital chair, not a boardroom.
A few years ago I was diagnosed with a rare, progressive illness that put me on oxygen, then very nearly ended my life more than once. I kept working through all of it — because I had to, and because I needed something in my day that was still mine.
My booth was that something. It was small enough to manage on my worst weeks and honest enough that I always knew exactly where I stood, if I could just keep track of it. But I was doing that tracking on paper tags and half-remembered numbers, and on the days my body wasn't cooperating, that system fell apart along with everything else.
So I built the spreadsheet I actually needed: something simple enough to update in five minutes, honest enough to show me the real math after rent and commission, and sturdy enough that it didn't depend on my memory being good that day. Boothkeeper is that sheet, cleaned up and handed to you.
If you're building something small and yours while your body — or your life — is fighting you every step of the way, I see you. This one's for you.