Going once, going twice, SOLD!

Breaking news: Crystal actually accomplished something today that included making money and getting rid of something she no longer needed or wanted. I know this is totally not a big deal to anyone but me, but I am overjoyed that I actually sold a book on half.com to a woman in Georgia. Bless you, you awesome buyer, you! You are not only giving me money, you have restored my faith in my selling abilities!

See, I used to work in the gift shop in the Airport Marriott - the most incredibly, brain-rotting, boring beyond belief job to the point I wanted to scream job I have ever had. I was SO happy to leave this job just because my IQ went back up everytime I clocked out. It was that bad. Still, I managed to get associate of the month and good reviews . . . I was so bored I was looking for things to do, like making a pyramid out of boxes of pins shaped like little guitars that read "Nashville! Music City USA!" Ack. Anywho, I smiled and did my job diligently, and they never knew that I secretly hated the place. But y'know, I am a loyal gal, and the benefits were good and the pay was decent, so having Jonah was my perfect exit strategy. Why am I going on and on about this? Because when I had my last review the only thing I scored low on was "selling".

My merchandise was your run-of-the-mill souvenir junk - hats, cheap t-shirts (which were not cheap in our shop!), pins, keychains, blah, blah, blah, but for some odd reason we were also selling baby stuff, toys, watches, those crystals with the 3-D pictures in them among an assortment of totally random items. Part of my job was to sell this totally un-needed stuff to people staying in our hotel. Ugh. I was not good at it. No, I take that back, I was an abysmal saleswoman. My motto was, "I wouldn't buy this crap, why would they?" My inner rebellious attitude must have leaked out into my selling, cause it wasn't happenin' for me! One of my co-workers, on the other hand, a nice lady in her 50's, could have sold a rare steak to a vegetarian. Seriously, people were practically jumping to buy random (and expensive) gifts from her. Maybe she was nicer, maybe she was better at merchandizing, maybe she thought people really needed $10 magnets with witty sayings on them - who knows? Maybe I just didn't care!

So, I sold a book on half.com, and now I see that without my actual person in the equation, it can be done - cause I really just listed the item and VOILA! It's sold. So that's cool. I ran around the apartment today, frantically looking for anything I could sell. Jason might come home and find a few things missing . . . just kidding. I'm not THAT good . . . yet!