retail-izations

when i was little i had a dream that i would be the first female major league baseball player. i moved on through a number of interesting and odd future professions: landscape architect, meteorologist, professional clarinetist, arabic translator...i hitched myself to the plan of the week and boldly surged forward until the next fad came my way.

honestly, i can't think of any time in my life when i wanted to work in retail.

i remember my friend marina applying for positions as sales associate (sorry marina if i got that wrong) as we closed out college. as in all things, we were on opposite ends of the spectrum - she wanted a job with a good salary working in fashion retail. i wanted to continue living on campus and playing educational games with students. it went along well with her love of diamonds (i was a fan of the 'engagement boat'), obsession with coach purses (i got my first real wallet at 28), and belief that she was a true princess (i showered twice a week on a good week). of course i wished her well and hoped she would land some great position - better her than me :)

so when i started working at wabisabi it was safe to say that i did not take the position because running a cash register put my panties in a twist. i wanted to get involved with an amazing organization, truly back up my beliefs when it came to sustainability, lean back on what i am good at - administration, and work on amazing and fun programs that educate and help others. in short, i was still chasing the dream i had when i graduated from clark eight years ago - not marina's.

but really. it works for me.

working at a thrift store is probably the only way to avoid the anaolgy "clare is to retail as oil is to water."

of course one of the things that helps is that this is not just another business. the money that we make goes back into the community instead of into some shareholder's pocket. every day i go to work i get to meet the people who benefit from our profits (should i call them that? it IS a nonprofit...eh, whatever). not only that, but there are some times when people come in from our parther organizations and we just give them stuff. talk about not buying into the capitalist system i'd avoid if it weren't so damn easy to take part in.

then also there is the fact that all of the stuff we sell is getting a second (sometimes a third, fourth...fiftieth) lease on life. i get to see things i donate go to new homes. because of wabisabi there is less waste in the world, and more wealth. people get 'new' items for much, much less. then they bring in the things they no longer need to be recycled back into the community. the whole thing breeds generosity as well as thrift and recyling.

but really i think the best best part is that each day working in the store is NEVER NEVER NEVER the same. though there are times when we see some of the same items again (matt actually tagged a kid's electric guitar today for the third time as it keeps getting redonated), each time i open a tub of items to tag and put out it's like breaking into a magical treasure chest of interesting things. clothes, toys, kitchen supplies - you name it. each item is unique and bears the signs and energies of a life well-lived. well...the old ones do anyway. we do get new stuff in too which i often find much less interesting. the net result of experiencing those bits of history is that one gets emotionally connected to the things that are in the store. by boss jeff and i were in town leaving a meeting when we saw a truck pass with a miniature recliner in the back. both of us had to smile and remark that we were glad the little chair, which had been in the store just that morning, had gone to a good home.

and i get to buy cute clothes without feeling guilty! after four years of carhartts, capeline, and hiking boots i embrace tiny tank tops, sun dresses, capris, strappy sandals, and jewelry jewelry jewelry!

the people are amazing too. committed to sustainabilty, lead interesting lives, and love to have fun! i get music, jokes, philosophy, bitch sessions, plans for worm farms, dancing, advice, stories, feedback, and much, much more. i thought when i left the field i would not be able to find another group of people to work with with whom i would have so much in common. then again i thought that when i left WSU as well...

i guess i should learn that history can repeat itself.

of course there are the quirks and pitfalls. one can go broke saving all that money! i find myself hanging all of my clothes left-shoulder out in my closet. i refuse to buy things i need new for fear they will show up at work the next day. i think jason is getting tired of hearing about the cool new item - be it fun talking pirate ship or sweet electric guitar - that came into work that day.

all in all it's a good gig. way, way more than i expected and, i imagine i have only seen the tip of the iceberg. clare realizes again that she can have it all and sacrifice nothing - she of little faith.

and marina...she teaches yoga these days.

go figure.