Well, last Saturday was S-A-D.
Seems the poor lady in charge of the bazaar had appendicitis 2-3 weeks ago.
So most of the bazaar planning fell by the wayside. (Somebody please explain why she didn't ask for help or someone else didn't just kindly HELP HER OUT???)
So. NO advertising was done. Nada. Zip. Zilch.
Til the day OF the bazaar. Then they put an ad in the paper.
How nice. The day of.
'Cuz nobody I know makes plans before the weekend. Nope. They all just wake up, hop out of bed, grab the paper and decide what they are gonna do for their only two days off right then and there. (earnest nodding)
And the big banner that goes outside in front of the school during the bazaar? Oh, yeah. They put that out 2-3 hours AFTER the bazaar started. Normally they've got it up the week BEFORE the bazaar to let everyone who drives by know what's going on...
Beth & I each sold one thing. She made table. I did not. And the sales we did make were to other venders. Another friend of ours only made $6.
By the way there were well over 100 venders, and each of us paid $40 a table. And for many of us, this is it. This is how we make our living. By selling the stuff we make...
Instead, we were trading stuff, and selling stuff to each other. Which tells you we had time to do that... We don't normally have time to look at everybody else's tables unless we're set up early enough to do it before opening.
I'm not bitter. REALLY. But I am annoyed.
When you rent the space to sell your stuff, it's with the understanding that they will do their part and get people in to buy your stuff...
Imperfection is Perfection
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