I am still hopping mad about my termination experience yesterday, but I am trying to forget about it & move on. Well, maybe tomorrow. Today was my excursion to Plato's Closet, aka the only consignment store in central Florida. If you can call it that. I took my 4 big bags bursting with clothes that were still wearable, just not by me. While waiting to hear what riches I would be bestowed, I browsed the next-door Old Time Pottery.
After I got lost & found zen in a forest of fake flowers, I found that awesome tiki ceramic-ware that I wish I had a reason to buy. Maybe my consignments will yield so much that I will treat myself to something silly like that, I thought to myself.
I strolled back into P's C., head held high. "So, what's the verdict?"
A whopping $28. They handed back my 4 bags, still quite stuffed to the brim. "this is what we're passing on," they said. "Some of the labels are outdated, and there is some wear evident on some items". Outdated? I guarantee nothing was older than 3 years old, and yet I see, in the store, clothes that were in Hollister when I worked there 7 years ago when they still had 2/4/6 sizing as opposed to 3/5/7? And clothes from Express when I worked there 4 years ago?
Wear is evident? Some of it was brand-new. And please, first how about explain all the ratty/nasty clothes being sold here, and the overwhelming smell of cigarette smoke coming from the clothing racks? But, I digress. I took my 28 bucks and dropped the rest of my clothes off at Goodwill. I tell you what, Goodwill smells better inside than does Plato's Closet. I'd also wear anything in Goodwill before anything in P.C. That place is plain confounding. I won't be back.
In the end, I can't live off of the bounty from my clothing sales for a couple weeks as originally hoped. Back to the world of job-searching. sigh.