Selling junk instead of delivering pizza, a question every person must ask at some point in their life…….
After decided that I would never take summer classes again, I took the summer off from school and needed to find a job. I had applied for a highly competitive internship and to my surprise I was offered a job. But, the job was only part time. It was a paid internship at $10 an hour. I would work 20 hours a week. After taxes I would bring in about $740 a month. Well my bills were $760 a month and that doesn’t count food, gas, and everything else I might need. I need to make an extra $400-$500 a month or else I would starve, my car would be repo-ed and I might end losing my house. My first thought was deliver pizza. Why not, I figured I would make around $200 a weekend on tips if I worked 12-hour shifts Friday, Saturday and Sunday. So I went out and put in a few applications, only to hear back from one place. I went to the job interview and saw I was one of two people who spoke English. The pay was $4 an hour while delivering and 7.50 an hour cleaning and making pizza. The manager told me I got the job and said to show up on Wednesday for work. I never went in. I couldn’t do it. I would rather starve; lose my car and my house before I went to work at that place. I figured I would challenge myself. Could I make a profit of $100 dollars a week selling junk? And by junk I mean antiques, collectables and tools. I just call it junk because saying I am an antique dealer sounds stupid. Anyway, when not working my internship I hit the garage sales and estate sales hard. I stood in line for hours with the hoarders and other dealers (a whole post for another day) and battled for good stuff at cheap prices. I would spend every Friday out looking for stuff to buy ( I worked Monday, Wednesday and Thursday). The first few weeks went well. I got lucky at a few sales and picked up so nice items. But the fact was I really had no idea what I was doing. I went to the flea market that week with my car stuffed full of old beer cans, arrowheads, wooden crates, old bottles, and some tools. I showed up at 930am to set up my table. I figured who the hell goes to the flea market before then. Wrong, buyers are there before the sun comes up with flash lights. Those early birds are the real collectors, they pay top dollar for the stuff you have and I missed them all. To make matters worse I really didn’t know the value of any of my items, I just took a guess and doubled what a paid for it in the first place. Needless to say my first week I did not make my $100 dollar profit goal…..next time, getting better and selling and buying.