Tuesday, November 18, 2014

First, no work; now, no wok


 
I started selling stuff on Craig’s List around the same time my unemployment ran out. Two dressers went quickly, as did a blender and the Magic Bullet (hey, O., remember schlepping around Green Valley looking for that? That was a great day.). My beloved Crock Pot and related recipe books were next to go. I had a lot of trouble getting rid of a television – no wonder, it was the last boxed kind ever made, it was huge and heavy and a complete dinosaur (it even had a built-in VHS deck!). I ended up giving that one away (and even that was hard; I got no takers the first time I advertised it). I got offers on an iron and my director’s chair but decided to withdraw those, just in case I ever need to iron anything (although I haven’t in the five years I’ve owned the thing. Not even sure it works.); and Sammy took a shine to the chair five minutes after I placed the ad (seriously, I’ve had it for four years and he has never once glanced in its direction; I get an offer to buy it and he is all over it). I’ve had no takers for a rice steamer, electric griddle (brand new, still in the box), or my George Forman grill. (Going cheap! Make me an offer!)
And this morning, I (kind of) sold a wok. And it has devastated me. A bloody wok that I never used. After I (kind of) sold it I came back to the apartment and bawled for about an hour. Why? It was obviously a metaphor for my current situation, although my reaction could have a lot to do with the nice gentleman who (kind of) purchased it. He took a look at it and decided his wife would not like it so he could not buy it. All of a sudden I was overcome with emotional exhaustion and embarrassment that my situation has led me to selling crappy kitchen appliances on Craig’s List. So I handed it back to him and told him he could have it. He thanked me and then reached into his pocket and gave me a handful of change (“Because you’ve been cool about this” or something like that). Eighty-five cents; not even enough to upsize a meal at McDonald’s. But the gesture just devastated me with its sincerity and kindness.
But now I have a craving for Kung Pao Chicken.

2 comments:

  1. Sorry you are having to do that. I definitely see the wok metaphor. It sucks! I know it's hard to stay positive, but try to just believe something good/decent will come along.
    Love you!
    Liesl

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  2. I couldn't have said it better than Liesl. You *will* get through this.
    <3

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