Shine until tomorrow
Just after I got back from my second break, one of the production managers, Jeff, came and got me from my register and brought me to a big pile of pictures in the back of the store and told me to price them.
Ha ha what?
They were all of the nicer pictures that had collected in the jewelry room, ostensibly to be put in the silent auction, but there were just so many of them it would've taken the better part of a year of steady auctions to get them all out. Mary decided to skip that bother and just put them directly on the floor. And for some reason, Mary decided that I would somehow know better how to price them than the actual pricers. I think she's somehow got it in her head that I am some kind of walking antiques roadshow. In reality I was kind of at a loss, but I was not about to contradict the woman who signs my paychecks so I just kind of haphazardly went for it. I think I did pretty well. I'd thought it would be more Jeff doing the pricing, with me just there to offer my two cents, but it turned out to be the other way around.
I did fall completely in love with one picture, though. It looks to be a very large old photograph of a young couple, whom I can't imagine to be anything but very Irish, set in a heavy wooden frame. I'm not sure what it is about it, exactly, but something in me begs that I have it. It's like my couch in picture form. And I had to go and price it at $60. Even with my discount, I'm looking at around $45 for this picture. And I would have to convince Mara to give me a ride home from work because it's too big to take on the bus. AND I would have to find a place to store it until I could hand it over to mom and dad so some kind of storage plan could be sorted out. That's a lot of ands. I'm so afraid it'll sell before I can figure out a way to get it, but I just don't knooooooow... :(
Ha ha what?
They were all of the nicer pictures that had collected in the jewelry room, ostensibly to be put in the silent auction, but there were just so many of them it would've taken the better part of a year of steady auctions to get them all out. Mary decided to skip that bother and just put them directly on the floor. And for some reason, Mary decided that I would somehow know better how to price them than the actual pricers. I think she's somehow got it in her head that I am some kind of walking antiques roadshow. In reality I was kind of at a loss, but I was not about to contradict the woman who signs my paychecks so I just kind of haphazardly went for it. I think I did pretty well. I'd thought it would be more Jeff doing the pricing, with me just there to offer my two cents, but it turned out to be the other way around.
I did fall completely in love with one picture, though. It looks to be a very large old photograph of a young couple, whom I can't imagine to be anything but very Irish, set in a heavy wooden frame. I'm not sure what it is about it, exactly, but something in me begs that I have it. It's like my couch in picture form. And I had to go and price it at $60. Even with my discount, I'm looking at around $45 for this picture. And I would have to convince Mara to give me a ride home from work because it's too big to take on the bus. AND I would have to find a place to store it until I could hand it over to mom and dad so some kind of storage plan could be sorted out. That's a lot of ands. I'm so afraid it'll sell before I can figure out a way to get it, but I just don't knooooooow... :(
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