My lips shivered as I gave my watch another gaze 8:47 thirteen long minutes until a worker would come and unlock the doors. To make the time go by faster as I stood alone, I instinctively categorized the other customers waiting. In the front of the line were the regulars, the women who, like me, habitually sacrificed their Saturday mornings to scour the racks of the Gap Factory Outlet. Behind them were the veterans, scrupulous women who had once been in control, but had since relinquished their status. Bringing up the rear were the unfamiliar faces: compliant husbands and eager grandmothers on the prow for unblemished sweaters to give their grandchildren whose out-of-town mothers might have otherwise had to pay full price.
Although I spent so much time with the regulars and could probably recite each of their Ebay Login IDs with more ease than my social security number, not so much as a hi, how are you? was ever exchanged. Unwilling to join their questionable cartel, I was not to be trusted.
At 9 oclock sharp the doors were opened and I surged from my idle state and hurried through the entryway. I sprinted to the back of the store as fast as my agile adolescent legs would allow. Once there, I methodically scanned the shoes, picking up all the new Banana Republic leather boots in sight I would check for defects later.
Next, with 5 shoeboxes in toll, I rushed over to the maternity section my best-kept secret a spot where few other Ebayers took notice. I hit the jackpot today! I thought excitedly as I caught sight of a stack of cashmere in-season Gap sweaters. To my utter satisfaction, they were in perfect condition with all tags and buttons attached. As my mind jumped ahead to the lucrative bidding wars these divine sweaters would warrant, I was quickly interrupted by the sound of a screeching excuuse me! I looked up to find a glaring redhead pushing me over and grabbing all the sweaters that I had neglected to pick up. She quickly pounced away, off to show the other women her findings like a cunning cat proudly displaying its innocent prey.
Hurt and energized at the same time, I returned home to continue my Saturday ritual. I caught the image of each piece of new merchandise in the best possible light and promptly listed each one Ebay at no reserve.
Bidding wars are taking place as we speak. People from all over the world wish to add my Gap Outlet Treasures to their designer wardrobes.
I am a self-proclaimed novice in the Ebay game, but the experiences it has provided me over the last two years have not only acquainted me with capitalism but have also taught me an invaluable lesson: never compromise your integrity for money. Sometimes youre going to take a hit, but in the long run, its worth it.
<p>Great style, but you’re going to have to explain more about their “questionable cartel” in order for the “invaluable lesson” to feel like it belongs. Tell us why doing whatever it is they do would compromise your integrity.</p>
<p>Well if that’s what you want your focus to be, spend the majority of the essay on that rather than describing picking up the sweaters and shoes. Talk about an experience where you refused to compromise your integrity for money, and if you can’t think of one, make one up. Although if you can’t, then maybe you should rethink the focus. It’s a good essay, but you’re not really SAYING anything.</p>
<p>My lips shivered as I gave my watch another gaze 8:47 thirteen long minutes until a worker would come and unlock the doors. To make the time go by faster as I stood alone, I instinctively categorized the other customers waiting. In the front of the line were the regulars, the women who, like me, habitually sacrificed their Saturday mornings to scour the racks of the Gap Factory Outlet. Behind them were the veterans, scrupulous women who had once been in control, but had since relinquished their status. Bringing up the rear were the unfamiliar faces: compliant husbands and eager grandmothers on the prow for unblemished sweaters to give their grandchildren whose out-of-town mothers might have otherwise had to pay full price. </p>
<p>Although I spent so much time with the regulars and could probably recite each of their Ebay Login IDs with more ease than my social security number, not so much as a hi, how are you? was ever exchanged. Unwilling to join
their questionable cartel, I was not to be trusted.
At 9 oclock sharp the doors were opened and I surged from my idle state and hurried through the entryway. I sprinted to the back of the store as fast as my agile adolescent legs would allow. Once there, I methodically scanned the shoes, picking up all the new Banana Republic leather boots in sight I would check for defects later.</p>
<p>Next, with 5 shoeboxes in toll, I rushed over to the maternity section my best-kept secret a spot where few other Ebayers took notice. I hit the jackpot today! I thought excitedly as I caught sight of a stack of cashmere in-season Gap sweaters. To my utter satisfaction, they were in perfect condition with all tags and buttons attached. As my mind jumped ahead to the lucrative bidding wars these divine sweaters would warrant, I was quickly interrupted by the sound of a screeching excuuse me! I looked up to find a glaring redhead pushing me over and grabbing all the sweaters that I had neglected to pick up. She quickly pounced away, off to show the other women her findings like a cunning cat proudly displaying its innocent prey. </p>
<p>Hurt and energized at the same time, I returned home to continue my Saturday ritual. I caught the image of each piece of new merchandise in the best possible light and promptly listed each one on Ebay at no reserve.<br>
Bidding wars are taking place as we speak. People from all over the world wish to add my Gap Outlet Treasures to their designer wardrobes. </p>
<p>Although, in many ways Im still an amateur at Ebay, the insight I have gained from the experience has been nothing short of enlightening. Ive been acquainted with capitalism; the Gap Outlet serving as my microcosm of the business world, where in order to be successful you must be resourceful and able to withstand your adversaries who will go to great measures to see you fail.</p>