2005-05-06

Also this week I did something I swore I was NEVER going to do again. The twins club garage sale. I'd link to where I said that I'd never do it, but really I'm too embarassed. This, is actually husband's fault. He was all fired up about clearing out our stuff in the basement. We discussed the pros and cons and decided we could do the twins sale with the least stress if I worked the members only sale instead of a shift Friday or Saturday. Oh my--I have to say that if the members only sale was the least stressful time to work, I am REALLY glad I stayed out of a Friday or Saturday shift. I swear I shall someday write a how-to have a multi-family garage sale and how to price and prepare your stuff . When I do--read it and think, nothing like this ever happened at Lil's twins club ever.

The nice one of the junta Jennifers had significantly over-priced all her stuff. I passed on probably 12 outfits of hers because quite frankly, if I hit a good sale at Mejier I'd only be paying about $1 more per item. I also didn't buy either of her carseats for MIL even thoug if they had been $25 instead of $45 I might have. Really--you can buy a new carseat for not much more than $45.

Nothing was sorted. When I say this realize that most of the time I spent preparing my stuff was sorting by size. What good is this, if there is a 0-12 mo table and a 18mo-4t table with no defining anything. I was soo pissed off that I went into organizing diva mode and started just dumping my boxes onto tables. There was no 18 mo pile until I started on by moving all the 4t clothes over (piling clothes onto other clothes because clearly I am evil and think that we didn't have enough space for each t-shirt to be alone in a single shirt pile). So I was frustrated before my shift working started. Then came the kicker.

We had no cashbox. We had no change. We had no way to report who had sold what. None. And no one knew who was supposed to do this. I called the treasurer at home and her cell (number graciously provided by my new favorite information hoarding friend) and got no answer. I called Lisa (the pres) and got no answer. I came really really close to calling the mom's night out resturant (yes, the big social event for the month was scheduled at the eact same time as the members only sale) because I knew she'd be there. I finally got ahold of hte treasurer who was like--um yeah well I just got back from Ann Arbor (8pm). Turns out she had some sort of doctor appointment at the U of M medical center (because obviously yuppieville isn't good enough).
Ok, so I understand that everyone is really busy. A good chunk of our members have 3 children, some work outside the home, some don't. Some have kids in school or pre-school, some have infants. But we all made time for this garage sale. I, having spent a good portion of last weekend travelling to my dad's funeral, spent a good portion of my down-time this week pricing and sorting clothes. So please don't tell me that you couldn't have picked up the phone and called somebody (me, the other lady working the members sale, the garage sale host, the president) and asked if you could drop off the cashbox before you drove to Ann Arbor? I keep trying to cut her some slack and I keep failing. I understand feeling yucky. I do. This sale made my blood pressure go up so much that my head ached. We improvised, we got the job done, and I'd better not hear one whisper about money not there, or how crappy we did. I'd also better make some money on this.

I know the answer is to just quit the club, if they bother me that much. I can't even tell you anymore why I don't.

In other club news, the newsletter came out today. It looked very much like what I usually start with on the 25th of the month before. Hope this let's them know just what a chore this has been. Actually, I amend that--it had less, I always had the club birthdays, because I compiled it myself. And I should note, I gave the whole compilation to the new newsletter editor. Birthdays were left out.

I think what irritates me about it (and coincidently also irritates me about my first meeting this week) is that disorganization wastes our time. I can't even tell you how much time I wasted this week due to someone else's disorganization. Hours.

So thanks for letting me complain. I really do have lots more stuff I could write about, stuff I will write about as soon as it bubbles out of my head.

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