Business This Week: $23.56/hr - Cool Numbers & Cool Stuff

It's been a great week for Burrage Mining Company, so I wanted to share some cool numbers & cool stuff!

First, just a TL;DR numbers summary for the week:
ESTIMATED $ PER HOUR FOR THIS WEEK: $23.56

(NUMBER OF ITEMS PURCHASED: 42
MONEY SPENT ON NEW INVENTORY: $67.5
MONEY SPENT DRIVING: $57.69 (cost to operate the Cube is approx 0.185 per mile)
FOOD MONEY: $20.34
so, TOTAL COST OF SOURCING: $145.53
[PER ITEM: $3.46 (ouch)]

but, EXPECTED PROFIT: $754 (approx, after eBay fees)
HOURS WORKED + TO BE WORKED: 32)

Inventory has been one of my biggest costs in this business. I knew that cost needed to come down if I was to be successful. So, I did my first major experiment with one of the cheapest ways to get manageable amounts of inventory: the Goodwill Outlet, or the "weigh & pay." You dig through gigantic bins of items, filling literal trashbags with your finds, and are charged by the pound at checkout; my nearest outlet charges $1.39/lb. (Someday I want to buy my first storage unit, but that's not for a while.)

After an hour and a half's drive - grand total of $29.60 in vehicle operating costs, pretty painful - and three hours of digging, I picked up about 27 items with an average value of approx $8.77/item. Now, this is a truly abysmal average profit, but each of the items I picked up is easy to research, photograph, list, and ship; relatively small time investment for small profit. Fine with me; I knew going into the Weigh & Pay Experiment that I'd be getting a bunch of cheap items with a bunch of low profits. And there's always the chance of finding something actually valuable. I'll definitely go again some time, but it will be on a day when I have time to stop at other area thrifts to try to bring up the numbers a bit more.

The most valuable item I picked up there (a new with tags Christmas stocking) should bring $40.

Today's "yard saling" was unusually successful; found two items which should bring in $100 and $125 - $200. The first was a Fisher Price new in box castle toy from 2014. I grabbed it for $5 because it was new, didn't even check the value while I was at the yard sale. Later I found out its value and was pleasantly surprised. The second valuable item I found was an "ultrasound bone healing" device (I LOVE to sell questionable medical devices) I paid $20 for at an estate sale. I was very hesitant to make such an investment, even though eBay solds were showing a solid $100+ value, because the sale of certain medical devices is restricted on eBay, but I did it anyway. Worst case scenario, I sell it locally for half of what it's worth.

Craziest find of the day: I've been picking up every sealed cross stitch kit I run across. They're usually priced very low, and some are worth a LOT. I'd been planning to just buy a whole bunch of them at $.50 - $1.00 each and bundle them for one large sale. I got like 8 or 10 kits today and was researching to see if any were particularly valuable on their own and found that one had recently sold for $45! Not bad for a $.50 investment! The rest turned out to be worth more than expected, too, so that was nice.

And I found this guy. I had two brass animals on my mantel. Now I have three. As of today, I collect brass animals. Congratulations to me!!!!!

The past week was also unusually successful; I happened to find a painting valued at between $150 and $250. I am in love with it - seriously - but it's being listed tomorrow.

Cool sale this week - I paid $5 for an ancient (1966 is really old for a toy set with liquid components) item-making kit with plastic "goop" that had leaked all over the container. I purchased this item MONTHS ago and it sat around because I did not want to mess with listing it. When I finally got it off the "Unlisted Shelf," I was going to set a price of around $40, but saw that it was actually in great condition compared to others of its type. Put it up for $83, received an offer for $70, and it was out the door within 12 hours of me finally listing it.

All in all, a lucky week for Burrage Mining Co!

Another SUPERRRRRR HIGHLIGHT of the week is that I finally FINALLY got my pile of unlisted items listed! Some of this stuff had been sitting around since LAST JANUARY. These were things that required a lot of research and/or a lot of work, so they'd been put off and put off. The evolution of my ability to take quality photos due to figuring out my lighting was also a big factor in getting caught up. It feels fantastic to not have 40 stupid unlisted (read: HOARDED) items hanging over my head anymore!

It's been a lot of work and effort and waking up early, but this has been a great and super interesting week - just wanted to snapshot it here! :)

To Raleigh, On Your Discovery of "No"

It was probably the dog's water, left down while I wasn't paying attention, then you playing in it (the one unwinnable war) while I was trying to cook dinner, frustration into "Raleigh, NO. You KNOW you're not supposed to do that. That's YUCKY." You had been smiling and happy. I wiped your hands, and you ran into the living room, and I followed. From the other side of the couch, you looked up at me and said "NO!" Your lips turned down, hard. "NO!"

Not "no," like "stop it," but "no," like "noooOOOOOOOOOOooooo!!!" as if you'd just discovered that everything dies. And that is how you say no. Like it's the most painful thing in the world, every time.

I guess it is, for you. Everything you see is amazing, and at least 1/8th of it is removed from your little hands with a "no," and you have no way to understand or cope with that. Multiple times a day, the only thing you care about in the whole entire world (whatever it happens to be at that moment) is taken away.

I just took away the shriveled piece of carrot with black around the edges that you were trying to eat: "noooOOOOOOoooooo!!!!" And yesterday, when we were all sitting at the table, and you caught sight of the bag of bird food on the windowsill. You wanted it, because (I guess) it looked like a bag of Raleigh food. I picked it up and said "This is yucky, it's bird food," and put some on your tray for you to see or play with or eat. You pointed at the bag again, and I said "That tastes yucky" again, and pointed at the bird food I'd put on your tray. "NoooooOOOOOOOOOOoooooo!!!!!!" you said. It wasn't even exactly a valid response to the situation - you HAD some right there, and no one had even said "no" to you. "That was a weird time for him to say that," I said. "'No' is more of a feeling than a word," Joe said. 10% funny, 90% exactly true.

This is difficult. You're so awesome and precious and wonderful and smart and happy and adorable and YOUR SADNESS IS AN EMERGENCY. You want that black-edged carrot? I'm sure it can't hurt you! You want to splash in the dog's disgusting saliva-water? We have antibacterial handwipes and I can mop it up! (No. Just..no. He EATS POOP. I have boundaries.) Whatever you want, I'm sure I can deal with the consequences of you having it!

But - I know, I know - that's just not how it works. I know. I can't give you everything. I can't fix everything. Everyone knows what happens to the kids whose parents give too much, fix too much.

Another But: The important thing, one of the most important things so far, I think...

That "NooooOOOOOOOoooo" feeling, that huge emotion in your tiny body - we'll be there for you when you're experiencing it. Kitchen floor, at the park, in the car, Chik-Fil-A floor, Target floor - if you're overwhelmed, we'll try our absolute hardest not to be.

[On the days I don't fail you,]

You will not be punished for "tantrums."

[When I am who I want to be for you,]

I will help with your problems instead of reacting to your behavior.

When you're screaming because I asked you to put the dinosaur back on the shelf, I won't squeeze your arm and hiss "STOP IT," - I'll stay next to you and say "You were having fun, and I said we had to go. That is hard. You're very upset right now. I understand, and I'm here if you need a hug." I mean, picking you up and gently removing you from the situation causing your upset is probably what will happen next, but all the yelling and hitting and lashing out in frustration will be on your end.

Guiding you through your overwhelming emotions when I'm overwhelmed, too, will be the biggest challenge I've ever faced, but I will do everything in my power to give that to you.

"Burrage Mining Company" Year One, wow

I am ALL ABOUT significant dates. Like, "One year ago today we painted the kitchen, wow," or "Three years ago today, I took a picture of all the orange juice for sale at Wal-Mart, wow." And like yesterday. It marked the official one year anniversary of the start of Burrage Mining Company. December 17th last year, 2014, was the day I listed for auction a babies' RealTree camo jacket that I'd gotten in a bag of clothes I'd bought for tiny 4-month-old Raleigh. I hadn't planned to start an eBay business; I just thought, "Hmm, I bet this jacket is worth more than I paid for it, and I might be able to get some money back on these clothes if I sell as a lot the rest of the ones I don't want." And then I found out that some people do this for a living. And I started buying stuff.

That little (damaged) jacket brought me a fantastic profit of......$2.18. (But my worst flip? I lost $13.34 on the sale of a lamp made out of a bowling pin, because I accidentally listed the lamp with free shipping...and it cost a LOT to ship.)

The business sprouted right when I needed it. My sweet baby was no longer sleeping all the time, leaving me with very few long uninterrupted chunks to play video games or just stare at my phone for hours like I used to. With the loss of that free time came the loss of my life before Raleigh. I felt like I had nothing of myself left; I couldn't do any of the activities I used to enjoy, because I couldn't become unavailable. That feeling when you're in an office waiting for them to call your number or name, and you might be watching something interesting on TV, or reading something cool, and you might even get immersed, but at any moment they're going to call you away from what you're doing? That became the feeling of my whole life. Even now, I'm typing in the middle of the mess of something else I should be doing, listening for sounds of Raleigh waking.

So, I couldn't do anything that required my attention for long periods of time...but I could photograph an item. I could give something else its pre-photo-shoot clean & polish. Write a listing. Pack a box. My newfound fun required only that I have 3 or 5 or 10 minutes available at a time. And it was a blissfully, surprisingly, amazingly easy answer to the question of every mom: "How do I stay at home and make enough money to significantly contribute to my family's income?" (My best flip? $200 for a curriculum I sold for over $750. Profit was $517.)

It's flexible, profitable, AND fun; the items that come through my office are so diverse. And the amount people will pay for some things just blows my mind. Like, I found this straw hat at Goodwill for $2.25, and some lady bought it for $69.95 and was REALLY happy about it. Before that, there was this vintage oscillating plasticky fan from like the 80's that looked like absolutely nothing special. In fact, we had one growing up.

it was just one of these.............

I'd bought it at a thrift store for $6. Someone paID EIGHTY DOLLARS FOR IT. PLUS SHIPPING.

One of the coolest things I sold was a really neat vintage sewing machine I paid $19.91 at Goodwill for and sold for $114, plus shipping. Yeah, it was great to pack, it was a giant chunk of metal that weighed...34? lbs once everything was done.

it just looked cool

BUT! If you really want to feel like you're in Crazy Town: I purchased for $4.04 a Littlest Pet Shop Monopoly from Goodwill. Inside were four dumb tiny little plastic bobblehead animals. I trashed the game (incomplete) and sold the dumb little animals for $28.99.

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I'm always learning more about what is valuable, always researching so I don't miss an opportunity. It's paid off; I picked up a necklace a few days ago for $4 I expect at least $100-$200 from. It's made of an obscure vintage plastic. It's so cool to be able to walk into a thrift store and know that I might find hundreds of dollars that day, just lying around. The thrill of the hunt!

Soooo, it's 2 in the morning and I'm ready to go to bed. There are probably too many semicolons in this post, but I have too much to worry about to add semicolons to the list. I just wanted to commemorate this occasion. And add a mention that yesterday, on Burrage Mining Co's first anniversary, we had an anniversary/First Annual BurrageCo Christmas Party at a local steak & seafood place we'd never been to (like Goodfellas in Gloucester) even after having lived 5 minutes away from it for 2 years. It was a perfect experience, from the great Christmas decor and the ambiance to Raleigh throwing pieces of french fry and hush puppy on the floor then getting restless and needing to be walked around the restaurant while our check was prepared.

This is to commemorate the accomplishment, the learning and the fun and the profits and the Frankenbox creations when I didn't have a box of the right size. I've gotten so much better and faster at all of it, and I still have a whole world full of items to learn about. Honestly, I continue to surprise myself. I'm happy.

And super tired.

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I have 46 minutes to sum up 1. It's August 10th, but soon it will be August 11th and the magic of today will be gone.

42 minutes to sum up the joy of being with you every day. How all over the neglected hairy floors of our house are your little clothes, because you keep getting into water and dirt and leaves, and because when you try to drink out of straws, you forget to swallow sometimes, but you never forget to open your mouth and let the tea or Mountain Dew fall all over you.

The way you're learning so, so very quickly. Just today you learned how to blow kisses. Well, kind of: you put your palm on your cheek, or over your eye, then fling your hand from your face and go MMMMMMMMMMMUH! (To be fair, you put your hand over your mouth at least half of the time.) And how have you already figured out that shaking your head means "no"? How do you even know the CONCEPT of "no?"

You point at things. Just since last week; that's you seeing something cool and sharing it with us. Trucks, ceiling fans, televisions, dogs, everything amazing to you, and you're like, hey mom and dad, isn't that so cool over there? And we get genuinely excited, like YEAH RALEIGH WOW LOOK AT THAT LAMP, THAT IS AMAYYYYYZINNNNG!, but what's really amazing is you.

What's amazing is the curve of the back of your head, still so babyish. The way your hair curls - we call you "Little Mad Scientist Head." It's amazing how fast and confident you crawl around your world, scared only of stuffed animals with eyes.

1 evolved quickly from 1 day, speeding up exponentially as time went on. Were you always learning and growing so quickly, just quietly? One day you had a vocabulary of four words, and two days later you had eight or nine. Was your brain always doing that?

I couldn't stop thinking about you today. Woke up next to you like every day, our first interaction, smiles. Just this past weekend, we cleared out the storage room that was to be yours - back when we thought you were going to be sleeping in there - because you got so many birthday presents that we couldn't keep all your toys in the living room anymore. That's where we went first thing this morning, to play, because you're the birthday boy and even though you don't have a clue what that is, I wanted this day to be special for you.

Your dada drove home for lunch to see you, and the second he walked in the door he dropped his groceries on the floor of the foyer because you were reaching out for him to pick you up from my arms. We took him back to work after lunch, and I had to get some groceries too, and as I wheeled you through Food Lion asleep in your carseat I wanted to tell everyone I saw that you were 1 today. You make us so proud.

We got home and you played TrayWater while I made cupcakes, then we picked up dada again and the last hours of your day went about as usual, except messier. There was your baaAAAAaaaaaf, and dada and me trying to imitate the way you point, the way we always imitate you doing things - we always laugh so hard that way.

So now it's 33 minutes past the magical day where the minute of your birth went by. I constantly thought in awe of how you were just a baby this day last year, and now I don't even want to go into the baby sections in stores anymore because none of the toys there would keep your interest and most of the clothes there look like your size but are actually way too small.

Well, now it's actually 50 minutes past your birthday, you've woken up and I need to get you back to bed so I'm not going to spend time to think of a nice way to finish this. Happy birthday I love you!

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A Year Ago I Was In The Shower

That is so crazy to me. This time last year, we didn't have a baby yet. On this night last year, I was in the shower, in labor, only about 9 hours away from making the decision to go to the hospital. I was tired and bored because I'd been having contractions for like two days already and had had very little sleep, and the only way to not be in too much pain was by standing in the shower, and it gets boring in there.

But also, I was scared. Joe's and my life together had been wonderful, and once we finally achieved pregnancy, I didn't know why I ABSOLUTELY HAD TO HAVE A BABY. I didn't even know what a baby WAS; I hadn't been around any. Why would we change our good life by bringing into it such a responsibility, by making such a choice that could never be taken back? How was it possible that my "biological clock" could push us into doing something with the vague logic that, if we didn't, maybe our lives would be empty when we were old?

Then Raleigh was born, and there was no magical surge of mystical mommy-love. He was nice, sweet, but I guess in sort of a kitteny way. The only face I could think of to make in those first photos with him - how I regret now that I forced any expression - was a "Wow, I made this" face.

The day of his birth and the two or three right after that were some of the most perfect in my life. If I could re-live any time of my life, I would go back there and write everything down, capture it to be savored any time forever. The celebration; having all this food brought to me; people happy around me because I did something great. A triumphant moment still in the beginning of my life. It brought uncomfortable thoughts about the end of my life - growing up, more responsibility, getting older - but that was easy to ignore in the beautiful homecoming, with Joe having made the house spotless before Raleigh and I were released from the hospital.

But then I awoke to the day when those sparkling first days were over. Like that feeling you get when you've been on vacation but now it's over and you're back to your regular life but worse than regular, because you were just free and it's going to be a very long time before you get to be free again.

I had feared that my life would be erased. This is what the world says about having a kid: You will cease to exist and also cease to ever get any sleep. Raleigh needed when I didn't feel like giving, and I felt so alone with his neediness. Because of him, I couldn't do the fun stuff I had done before; my other life was lost to me. My marriage hadn't caught up to these new conditions yet. I had no idea things would get better. In the darkest moments of those newborn days, in my thoughts I had secret conversations with myself to figure out whether I really would choose to die to protect him like I was supposed to. I came to "yes" just by default, because that's what you do if you're decent...but honestly, it was reluctant. Even adoption crossed my mind. (But no way, the thought of someone else raising my baby made me feel territorial.)

Dark days. My baby was easy but early motherhood was hard and I thought my life was over.

I was wrong. I mean, it was really scary for a little while there, but as Raleigh became cooler and more able to do stuff instead of just generally needy and unrewarding, I fell in love.

He grew. We grew. As of just a few weeks ago, our marriage has caught up to these new conditions and finally finally we are back to where we belong with each other, which really changes everything. We are together now, and the three of us are a family now, with so much to look forward to and the grown-up days of our baby so, so far away from now.

As of last week, our perfect boy says "da-da" and "thank you" and "yellow," and they're all the same word. He says "bath" "baaAAAAaaaaaf," with that short "f," and there is almost nothing in my entire life that has delighted me more; every day I look forward to the moment lifting him from his high chair after dinner when I get to ask him if he's ready for his bath and he looks at me and says that. Every day I'm thrilled when I hand him something and he says "deh dehhhh" - thank you. And the way he makes these awful noises that are an imitation of any racecar sounds we make at him.

I'm sorry about that rough start taking up approximately 3/4ths of the year and 4/4ths of the pregnancy. Sorry that I couldn't just relax, stop being afraid, and have more happy times. Next time, when I know what to expect, (if there is a next time but we won't talk about that).....next time will be different. But Raleigh, I guess, will probably know that his beginning didn't go how it should have.

But hopefully he'll also know that we love him more than anything, say to each other every single day what a treasure he is, how we can't remember how we could've thought that our old life without him could possibly be enough.

Happy birthday, sweet boy. We love being with you and are so excited to see what this year brings.