After purchasing the hangers, I began to sell them online.
I routinely sold, boxed and shipped 100-250 hangers a day. Even though they were selling, I was barely making in dent in my supply. Then, one day in August, I made a big deal with a thrift store. I sold them 44,000 hangers. I was happy, but I still had to sort and box all of the hangers. I went to Home Depot and bought 180 boxes. The next day, I got them all to my grandparents’ house and began working. The bags were tightly packed. As a result, I would dump all the hangers on a large piece of plastic. Then I would sit there, sort the hangers for an hour and a half, then box them for another hour and a half. Since school had already begun and some of my family member helped me, the whole process took me around 60
hours. Sorting piles of hangers for hours is definitely one of the weirdest ways I have spent my time. I have rarely ever spent my time in a way that turned out to be as extremely fruitful. Although, by definition, the time I spent, transporting, sorting, boxing, and selling the hangers was not wasted, it sure felt like it when I was doing it. Wasted time is all relative, Certainly, my view on that time has since changed. But, if time is previously conceded wasted, and good comes from it, is that time still wasted?