My name is Morgan, and I'm an Ebay-aholic
Since I found out today that the two of you who read this really miss my posting (or maybe Katie was just trying to be nice...), I have decided to start doing so a little more frequently. And Katie is not the only reason (sorry, Katie). I need something a little cheaper to do while I am on the internet. Allow me to explain.
When I first got my new job, I found myself in a quandry over my somewhat limited wardrobe. I had lots of your typical college girl attire--ill-fitting chinos, button up shirts with odd patterns on them, long sleeve t-shirts, and sweatshirts with hoods and various incarnations of the letters "W" & "M". However, I severely lacked those things which one wears to a job that doesn't involve the steaming of milk. I had a bit of money to spend on new things (graciously donated by my well-dressed stepmother), but not enough to get everything I needed. Plus, my closet was stuffed with things that I hadn't worn since I was 18 and hadn't remembered since I was 20 (why I packed it and carried it across the country behooves me now).
So I consulted the oracle of Ebay, pledging that I would sell the offending outfits and take the money to buy more things. At first it was easy. I made $176 pretty quickly, and was about to take it out of my Paypal account and put it into my real account when I got another earth-shattering idea. Couldn't I just spend it on Ebay, getting nice things like that that I was selling for even nicer prices? It was a good idea. And very soon, I had found and ordered several things that still had the tags on them and were still in stores and had paid very good prices. Yes, it was a good thing.
But then things got ugly. Pretty soon (actually, in a day) I had spent the $176, but I still felt like I needed more stuff. And then I found this pair of Seven Jeans that were just amazing looking, still had the tags, and were just my size. So before I knew it, I was engaged in a one on one battle in the final closing seconds, finally putting up $70 (which doesn't sound like so much, but you have to realize that they started out at $10) for the jeans and gloating over my victory. I'm serious. It was insane. I was sitting at this computer, out of breath and panting, constantly reloading the page and making my bid higher. At one point I forgot what I was bidding on--I just knew that I wanted it and that I wanted iluv2bid from Duluth to get the fuck away from whatever it was we were fighting over. After it was over, I felt like I had just had sex. It was that good. And, unlike sex, I had a new pair of great fitting jeans to show for it.
Today it reached new stages of ugliness. I am currently planning our Holiday Party at work, so I have been pretty excited about it. I knew I needed something really awesome to wear--something young but classy. I had scoured websites, and not really found what I was looking for. But then, I was trolling Ebay, and found the dress. A Banana Republic beauty, originally $225, still with tags, and still in stores. Hell, I had seen it in the Emeryville store, and wanted it then, but knew it was out of my price range. But here it was, with an opening bid of $39.95, which I could so totally afford. So I plopped my bid down, and just assumed that I would get it, as no one else seemed to be biting.
Enter amt_racing_39. Overnight, this chick bid it up to $75. So when I got to work this morning and checked out the dress that I expected to win, I was no longer in the running. Needless to say, between the hours of 9 and 10 at work today, I didn't do a damn thing. I just bid. And sweated. And sucked at a water bottle. My stomach went into knots, I let the voice mail get the phone, I threw my high heel at a working ceramic heater (probably not the smartest thing I've ever done). But an hour and $160 later, I was the owner of a new Banana Republic dress.
Yes, that's right. $160. My entire budget for the whole thing (dress, shoes, jewelry, hose and all) was $200. If I had stopped and thought, I would never have paid that much for the dress. In fact, I haven't paid anything yet. I'm still in shock. I just keep imagining Matt throwing my lifeless body into the bay when he sees how much I paid for an Ebay dress. Yes, an Ebay dress. I'm going to have to buy my shoes at freaking Payless. Seriously. That is, if I'm not swimming with the fishes.
So help me. Help me please. Seriously. I'm nearly dying to go over there and check out what's new right now. I know there's a Juicy Couture jacket that I want, and it's ending today. How sad is that? God, I suck.
When I first got my new job, I found myself in a quandry over my somewhat limited wardrobe. I had lots of your typical college girl attire--ill-fitting chinos, button up shirts with odd patterns on them, long sleeve t-shirts, and sweatshirts with hoods and various incarnations of the letters "W" & "M". However, I severely lacked those things which one wears to a job that doesn't involve the steaming of milk. I had a bit of money to spend on new things (graciously donated by my well-dressed stepmother), but not enough to get everything I needed. Plus, my closet was stuffed with things that I hadn't worn since I was 18 and hadn't remembered since I was 20 (why I packed it and carried it across the country behooves me now).
So I consulted the oracle of Ebay, pledging that I would sell the offending outfits and take the money to buy more things. At first it was easy. I made $176 pretty quickly, and was about to take it out of my Paypal account and put it into my real account when I got another earth-shattering idea. Couldn't I just spend it on Ebay, getting nice things like that that I was selling for even nicer prices? It was a good idea. And very soon, I had found and ordered several things that still had the tags on them and were still in stores and had paid very good prices. Yes, it was a good thing.
But then things got ugly. Pretty soon (actually, in a day) I had spent the $176, but I still felt like I needed more stuff. And then I found this pair of Seven Jeans that were just amazing looking, still had the tags, and were just my size. So before I knew it, I was engaged in a one on one battle in the final closing seconds, finally putting up $70 (which doesn't sound like so much, but you have to realize that they started out at $10) for the jeans and gloating over my victory. I'm serious. It was insane. I was sitting at this computer, out of breath and panting, constantly reloading the page and making my bid higher. At one point I forgot what I was bidding on--I just knew that I wanted it and that I wanted iluv2bid from Duluth to get the fuck away from whatever it was we were fighting over. After it was over, I felt like I had just had sex. It was that good. And, unlike sex, I had a new pair of great fitting jeans to show for it.
Today it reached new stages of ugliness. I am currently planning our Holiday Party at work, so I have been pretty excited about it. I knew I needed something really awesome to wear--something young but classy. I had scoured websites, and not really found what I was looking for. But then, I was trolling Ebay, and found the dress. A Banana Republic beauty, originally $225, still with tags, and still in stores. Hell, I had seen it in the Emeryville store, and wanted it then, but knew it was out of my price range. But here it was, with an opening bid of $39.95, which I could so totally afford. So I plopped my bid down, and just assumed that I would get it, as no one else seemed to be biting.
Enter amt_racing_39. Overnight, this chick bid it up to $75. So when I got to work this morning and checked out the dress that I expected to win, I was no longer in the running. Needless to say, between the hours of 9 and 10 at work today, I didn't do a damn thing. I just bid. And sweated. And sucked at a water bottle. My stomach went into knots, I let the voice mail get the phone, I threw my high heel at a working ceramic heater (probably not the smartest thing I've ever done). But an hour and $160 later, I was the owner of a new Banana Republic dress.
Yes, that's right. $160. My entire budget for the whole thing (dress, shoes, jewelry, hose and all) was $200. If I had stopped and thought, I would never have paid that much for the dress. In fact, I haven't paid anything yet. I'm still in shock. I just keep imagining Matt throwing my lifeless body into the bay when he sees how much I paid for an Ebay dress. Yes, an Ebay dress. I'm going to have to buy my shoes at freaking Payless. Seriously. That is, if I'm not swimming with the fishes.
So help me. Help me please. Seriously. I'm nearly dying to go over there and check out what's new right now. I know there's a Juicy Couture jacket that I want, and it's ending today. How sad is that? God, I suck.
2 Comments:
Alas, I also miss you!
Also, Jeremy and I are not allowed on Ebay, much the way recovering alcoholics are not allowed inside distilleries.
Captain K
am i the only human not yet on the ebay wagon?
-Kt
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