So... unlike many other birthday girls who spend their birthday walking around town with big-ass poofy balloons and showered with birthday cards+wishes, I spent it at a flea! ... (cue dramatic tears). All my other friends were either busy working or having JC promos and some others just plainly forgotten about my birthday (yay?).
S0... off to FLB7 I went.
(A 2-weeks-old outdated post haha. I am such a procrastinator, I can't even)
Unfortunately, the morning of 24th September was spent with me and my mom queueing under the sweltering hot sun with HEAVY-AS-HELL luggages while waiting for our turn to get the flea boooooooth.
When I stepped into the venue, my first thought was 'OH NO SALES GON' BE BAD' - simply because there wasn't even much/any walking space at all for THE VENDORS. Do note that I'm just talking about the vendors here. I was then mentally thinking... good lord, when crowd surges in... man, the human-sardines-can traffic is bound to repeat itself again. And hence, crankier I became.
Well well well, the clairvoyant me had my predictions all correct: Sales were bad (everybody else's sales were bad actually and it wasn't just me); barely sold 8 items, compared to my previous records of being able to sell at least 10-20 items at most fleas. The human-sardines-can traffic happened and aggravated everybody's mood. Everybody got pissed off and hence, the collective crankiness in all of the shoppers and vendors.
Simple equations we have here:
No space = Pissed-off-and-unwill
Besides that, a mini rant here - some vendors are just so uncooperative. The rules blatantly stated that only ONE rack space is allowed and this... other blogshop owner (refraining from mentioning names haha) was displaying 2 racks admist the already-cramped-as-hell venue. I asked her nicely to either push it in and she replied with a eyeroll "Can't you tell I am trying?" Hmm, kay, no I can't. GOOD LORD.
I packed up earlier since the situation was wack. The total earnings from the day amounted up to $1xx? Not a lot compared to the $3xx in previous fleas each time. Apparently, my sales were considered as "good" because I heard some people couldn't even cover their rental costs. I feel for them. :(
After packing up, I went to meet...
againnnnn hehe. Poor boy was stranded there waiting for me to arrive/pack up from my flea. :(
Was pleasantly surprised with a mixtape, a card, yumyumzzz homecooked Mac & Cheese (albeit soggy and cold - much thanks to the long waiting time) and le gasp, the nebula maxi that I wanted :3333333
Oh and heh, that silly boy miscounted and formed a heart-shaped decor with 18 candles instead of the 17 candles he was hoping to achieve. :3 But I still loved it muchie muchieeeee. ♡♡♡