I’m late writing my blog today: I’ve been selling things. I have recently upgraded my iPod and treated it to a dock, so now it’s time to make like the last century never happened and get rid of all my CDs. ALL of them. I used to love them, but I hate them now.
I love eBay. I buy lots of stuff on there – or rather, when I need something, I look there first. I’m not one of those people with the shopping-channel on speed-dial who buys figurines and cubic zirconia finery in lieu of, say having a life. I go on eBay in lieu of having a life. Weird, then, that it’s the thing that makes me feel most like I have a proper job; it’s certainly a full-time one.
I get a similar rush to the kind I get by using self-checkouts at the supermarket; like I kind of work in the shop but get a very long break. EBay’s a full-on repsonsibility and makes me feel grown-up. You have to do the listings and field questions and weigh everything to the gram and describe it accurately. Even when you do, you get the odd nutter saying “not as described” and sending back your 70s boots when all they needed was a new insole – you know, like the one you put in when you bought them on eBay and they were exactly as described but you figured that an insole was a very small alteration to have to make for boots so cool and inexpensive? Yeah, those.
I think those people just want to get stuff in the post. They pretend it’s their birthday, and then get some kind of rush out of moaning and returning. I don’t think it’s an over-reaction to say that, in a way, they’re as bad as serial killers.
Now, does anybody want any Travis? No? Didn’t think so.
