I'm a Junkyard Dawg

My aunt Donna works at the new secondhand store. Just her and one other lady. They need help. There is so much to do! They have an entire abandoned school building full of old abandoned school stuff as well as donations of regular secondhand store stuff... and they "pay" volunteers a dollar an hour for stuff in the store. They have more tons of work to do than they know what to do with.

I said "I'll help, as long as I don't have to lift anything heavy (obviously) and don't have to deal with the public! Put me in the back rooms sorting stuff and I'll be helpful and happy as a clam."

This way, I also get to pick over stuff before it hits the showroom floor. And git the good stuff. Fer cheap.

And I get out of the house on a semi-regular basis. And when I'm feeling yuchie, I can just not go, coz I'm a fargin' volunteer. And I can bring music and headphones (if needed) and just be somewhere other than my living room. Maybe it'll help with the winter siege.

And I get to hang out with my antique Donnafwa too. Which is of the good. And we get to talk shop - the thing we have most in common, bargain-hunting at secondhand stores and yard sales.

Last night I spent a great deal of time cleaning in the window bay area so I'd have room for my Xmas tree. I discovered that there is a huge pile of throw pillows that have been thrown behind the turtle tank so they're not in the way. Not ever used. Git rid of 'em! Off to the secondhand store with ye! So yeah, I may be bringing home more stuff, but I'm also getting rid of stuff. I've been trying to do that lately. Donna says she has the same problem, bringing all this cool stuff home. I told her we're trading up.