If there is one thing I hate, it is the idea of going to someone’s house and rummaging through their junk and paying them money to take it off their hands. I admit, some people find this exciting and like it because they can get a “good deal”. My hat goes off to the people who can find the good yard sales and manage to come away with a prize. I would rather buy new.
Tonight (technically yesterday now), I found something worse: people pawning off all of their crap on you when you ask them to help you in a fund-raising yard sale. We literally have crap that even Deseret Industries would be skeptical to take. I was in luck and found a brand new Crock-Pot and claimed it. But I’m pretty sure that came from my cousins (the ones doing the yard sale). Some of my favorite items were the ugly yellow nighty, the mattress cover (for when your kids pee the bed) complete with stains, the 10-year old satellite receiver guaranteed not to work, the broken dollar store measuring cups, the book that came with a Chick-a-Flick kids’ meal, and a slip I called a nighty that belonged to my cousin’s wife’s sister (who was right there – awkward). After hours of sorting junk and trying to make things look presentable, we finally called it a night and stowed it all back in a two-car garage. It’s a very full garage.
I don’t like yard sales, if you haven’t already caught that (but I think I’ve made that clear from the beginning). I’ll be glad when we’re done tomorrow. I merely hope we can raise some money.
Even though the day ended in yard sale stuff, it was a good day. Work at the factory went alright. Everyone has been working hard. Well, almost everyone, but no one is surprised. I may have to do some yelling and cursing before things get done — but I guess that’s the responsibility of being king. Being lax will get me nowhere fast.
I’ve found that work is always better when you have someone to chat with who is also at work. I took a journey with Savitrii to some great youtube clips. Work will also be more enjoyable because I can post about it whist I’m there.
But alas, it grows late, and I must wake in a mere four hours. Good night world.
Currently listening to: The Luckiest by Ben Folds.