Please, the next time I'm considering a garage sale, knock me on the head with a hammer so I come to my senses. I did the math - I made $4.69 an hour for the work I put into this thing. And I "donated" it all to my lovely children, who I basically paid to stay outta my way.

I refused to haggle. Everything was cheap and any offer worked for me. I actually gave away more than I sold...I just wanted to get rid of the crap. But why is it that after selling stuff all day long, it always seems like you have just as much to pack away at the end of the day as you hauled out in the beginning? Do people sneak stuff in there when you're not looking? I'd like to blow it up or pile it in a big heap in the yard and set it on fire when the day's done. I do not want to deal with it afterward. And my charity pick up date is Oct. 2 - the earliest available, so I had to repack it all in the carport and cover it up because they're calling for rain. I left a bunch in the yard with a "FREE" sign...hope it magically disappears.

I'd really like to know why I had to list EVERY SINGLE FEATURE (twice) on the typewriter(s) I sold my neighbour for two bucks!? I think he should've paid $20 for the time he stole from me. They were two bucks and they worked...what more did he want? He hummed and hawwed (at me) for AN HOUR, had me put them on hold while he left and then came back and looked at them for another twenty fucking minutes each. And then asked the same questions he'd already asked before he left. I had to explain everything TWICE because he wanted to be sure. They're two bucks dude, get over it. And the woman who showed up at 7:30, just as I was putting stuff out....she was bad. I sold her Lindsay's old Little Tyke's kitchen (yes, we still had it - long story). Again...five bucks. But I'd washed it down and it had some water still in it so I'll be damned if she didn't have me holding it upside down, shaking it to get every last drop out. I felt like it was a warped game of Twister and she was snickering inside as she had me perform a backbend while holding this thing over my head. Then she couldn't carry it to her car so I helped her. I can carry it with one finger - seriously. Not a problem except I WASN'T OPEN FOR BUSINESS YET. So that set me back half an hour and, by the time people started arriving, I was frantically throwing stuff out there and never did get it all put out. Some people expect alot for a $5 sale. I know I sound bitchy, but when I buy stuff, I deal with it. Or I don't buy it - easy as that.


Some people obviously don't understand "3 for $5" either....somehow it translates to 50 cents each for them. Even my inferior math skills know that that's wrong. My cousin (who showed up to help out) kept saying "Deb, STICK TO YOUR PRICES...THEY'RE DIRT CHEAP ALREADY". But I didn't and she cringed everytime I sold an item for 8 cents that I'd been asking four bucks for. Whatever...I'm not a good haggler. When I'm buying I am, but I make a pathetic saleswoman. "Here, just take it" was my favorite line. And "3 for 5" quickly turned into "5 for 2".

A hundred & fifty bucks for 2-16 hour days of work. I'm sweaty, gritty, tired, aching, and I feel broken. I swear it, never again. EVER. (But I think I said that last sale)

I will be back to my old self (and visiting your wonderful blogs) soon. But tonight I need to go die.