Several pieces of furniture, including a large comfortable sectional couch, had been stored in a nearby room. We moved them into the sale room this morning, and customers gobbled them up. I sold a pair of bar stools, two end tables, two lamps, a hammock, a metal bird cage and more.
I get a casual commission on the manager’s items, so I was not disappointed that none of my items sold this weekend. I made $30 in commissions Saturday and sixty dollars Sunday, which immediately went into the usual basics: food, gas and toilet paper. As usual, it was tough to set any aside for monthly bills like cell phone and car insurance. K cooked up the last of last week’s produce plus some new potatoes, celery, beef and carrots into a stew and minestrone.
I write about socioeconomic status now and then in this blog. Something has changed when $30 in my pocket makes me feel rich. Heck, $10 can do the same if I’ve had little food for a few days or if I’m monitoring my gas level to try to keep it above empty.
I’ll never take a full tank of gas or a refrigerator full of food for granted again.