Sunday, February 15, 2009


Holy Craigslist. So I'm trying to get rid of some stuff I don't want to pay to have shipped across the US. The move is craptastically expensive, and the cost is calculated by the weight of the stuff on the truck. I have a bunch of (*sniff*) Japanese furniture that I never use and that doesn't really fit in with anything else I have, and it's slightly less painful to sell it than it is to pay for stuff I don't use to be trucked out to Oregon. Slightly. (I'm keeping the great stuff I do use, of course.) I spent a zillion hours putting it all on CL yesterday and today, all the while having the CL website crap out on me as soon as I'd get the advert 99% done. It took forever and I started to wonder if it was even worth it. 

So the minute I hit "publish" on my last item, my phone started ringing and it hasn't stopped since. (I bought an iPhone about 2 days before I got laid off and I still can't figure out how to answer it, so basically all calls go to voicemail.) (I think I have it figured out now.) It's been crazy. I have a friend who says I'm running a charity organization because my prices clearly aren't high enough if stuff is selling that quickly. I really just want the shit gone. So now the elliptical is gone. The chair and ottoman - gone. The rug. The lamps. The table. Gone, gone, gone. Tickets to shows I won't be around to see? Gone. And I just had a call from one person asking to purchase everything I have left. Isn't that nuts? I've almost paid for the entire cost of shipping my car to Oregon. No small thing. 

It feels good to make so much money in such a short period of time without doing much. Should I become a hooker? 

Besides that people need to freakin learn to take off their muddy shoes when they go into someone else's house, I love the CL concept. It's so cool to get a call from a complete stranger, within about two minutes give them your home address, have them pull up thirty minutes later, and not end up cut up in tiny pieces in the freezer. People are mostly cool and just a little weird, everyone's friendly, they bring cash, I take it, they leave. It kind of feels like a social experiment of some kind about the inherent goodness of people. I like to hear them ooh and aah over the stuff they're buying, and I picture my things sitting in a new home, happy to be there and getting lots of love. And I love meeting new people, people who are different from me. Different is good.

It's 9:40 and the last dude (the nicest so far; he seemed like just a really good, hardworking guy) just left. The house is looking a bit naked, but it all continues to come together.


  1. Wow, you're super at getting things done. I quit work at the beginning of December and still haven't accomplished anything. Can I employ you to project manage me?

    "Should I become a hooker" made me laugh and almost choke on my breakfast - there's lateral thinking for you.

    I have a friend here who's moving to NYC and has had the same experience of clearing his apartment in a day through a version of CL. He was left wondering if he'd advertised stuff too cheaply. I'm sure it feels healthy to let stuff go, though. How's JJ taking the influx of strangers and the sudden loss of familiar objects?

  2. Totally be a hooker. I'll have my guy call you.

  3. Ok, screw the whole CL social experiment. Someone stood me up tonight and it kind of ruined it for me.

  4. Holy Backlog! I had to go back and read like A YEAR. You got laid off? You moved to Oregon? WHERE HAVE I BEEN? Oh yeah, not online. :) I just have been too bummed out to read the blogs lately (one year now) so GAHHH. I missed out. I am glad you moved back to Oregon. Didn't I always say the west coast suits you better? I haven't even been to upstate ny, what do I know. Sorry about the job, long ago that it was. And I guess the CL thing - it's okay only one guy stood you up; it really is a microcosm of actual humanity. Mostly good, some losers that totally can bum a girl out. See? It's AFFIRMING that that happened.

    Hope all is well with you!