Today I registered with LocalHarvest.org mainly to sell the eggs that we are inundated with. Now that the days are growing longer, egg production will pick up. We still have so many eggs from the past season I’ve begun giving the dogs an egg in their food every few days. They are completely thrilled. The Boxer has “shoelaces” by the time I’m done mixing it just from the drool factor.
I do have to admit I’m a bit nervous about this. I am not a people person. I’m not kidding. Online I’m fine. In person? Not so much. My tongue gets tangled, my mouth turns inside out, my eyes cross, and I become the village idiot. I am guaranteed to say something completely stupid or random that gets me weird looks. Granted, my family receives weird looks on a regular basis, but it’s not quite the business image I’d like.
“Hi, I’m here to pick up some eggs.”
*drools with tongue hanging out* “Duh, ok… oh, look puppy porn.” (usually means Bonnie and Clyde are going at it despite being altered. Seriously, those two get more than I do.)
*person backs up slowly and leaves*
Okay, so maybe it’s not that bad, but I am one of those who find intrusions into my world a bit annoying or nerve-wracking depending on who it is.
Jehovah’s Witness? Let me introduce you to my three dogs while I go hide in my cave.
UPS with a yarn delivery? Books? Let me get you a cup of coffee and my first-born.
Random surveyor asking me how I’m voting on local issues? 1) That’s illegal. 2) GO. AWAY.
Invitation to a party? Oh, heck no. That’s as bad as nails on a chalkboard. There are few things worse than being forced to chitchat with people I don’t know and have nothing in common with. Trust me. I find very few people I actually get along with. Most annoy me.
What? Me introverted? Nah. It’s a rumor.
I’m perfectly happy being alone, doing yarn work, reading, playing a video game, or just thinking. Seriously, put me on land in the middle of nowhere with just internet, my hobbies, animals and I’ll be perfectly happy.
However (ironically ?), I enjoy customer service work like cashiering. Granted, I’m being paid to do it, but I’m fine interacting with people in that setting. I’m weird like that. 😀
We’ll see how it goes. If I can get the porch done, a mini-fridge can be put out and people can pick eggs up from that using an honor system to pay. It’s very common around here, and it’s how I buy my goat milk.