happy happy valentine's day
i've never managed to see what the fuss about valentine's day was all about, maybe partly because i've never had the chance to celebrate it. but seriously i don't even know who's saint valentine or why is he involved in this whole lovey-dovey shit.
the only one time i've been involved in valentine's day was back in 2006 when a few of us came up with a fucking brilliant idea to buy roses from a nursery and then wrap them up nicely to sell to unsuspecting couples in the city hall area who were too caught up in the spirit of valentine's to realise we were ripping them off big time.
based on our calculations, we intended to sell around 200 of them i think and at $10 each, which would theoratically make us $2,000 richer. all the money talk eventually got to our heads and so we headed out to several nurseries at the thompson area to buy roses, and spent an entire afternoon hunting down the cheapest ones.
we then proceeded to my friend's house to wrap the roses, which took us all the way till night. somewhere along the way we realised that we needed helpers so we recruited a few of our female friends and told them we were hired by a 'Boss' to avoid having to share too much of our profit with them. the money was really getting to our heads.
so the next day at school we were all excited of what's to come, and once lessons were over we headed down to collect our roses and carried on with our cover story to hide the truth from the girls. cabbed down to city hall because we couldn't wait, and once there we realised that many others have also thought of the same brilliant idea as us, and had even nicer roses. fuck.
i tried to worm my way out of doing the actual selling because i hate doing such shit, and so paired up with my friend and allowed him to work his magic. his magic brought in a total of ZERO sales and after a few hours we gathered to discuss our fate and compare magic skillz.
from what i remember, i think the whole lot of us only managed to sell maybe 2 or 3 roses. and that's fucking miserable if you haven't realised. almost all the time the guy (dumb) would want to buy, and ask his girlyfriend to choose, but the girl (smart) would say NO NO NO it's a waste of money. fuck them.
after that it was all downhill. it was getting late and we started selling at $5 and then $2 and finally $1 just to get rid of all the damn flowers. even at $1, no one really wanted to buy. and we were still left with a shitload of them. luckily at the end of the night one of the girls managed to find a guy friend (dumb) who happily forked out $10 each for a whole bunch, which then allowed us to break even.
at the end of our ordeal, the only people who came out victorious were the girls because they earned commission from their sales, while the masterminds had exactly $0 profit or loss. from then on i learned that theories of making money do not always materialise in the real world, which was perhaps something that our young minds couldn't grasp in the beginning.
but at least it made quite an interesting experience, and yet another random story to tell.
the only one time i've been involved in valentine's day was back in 2006 when a few of us came up with a fucking brilliant idea to buy roses from a nursery and then wrap them up nicely to sell to unsuspecting couples in the city hall area who were too caught up in the spirit of valentine's to realise we were ripping them off big time.
based on our calculations, we intended to sell around 200 of them i think and at $10 each, which would theoratically make us $2,000 richer. all the money talk eventually got to our heads and so we headed out to several nurseries at the thompson area to buy roses, and spent an entire afternoon hunting down the cheapest ones.
we then proceeded to my friend's house to wrap the roses, which took us all the way till night. somewhere along the way we realised that we needed helpers so we recruited a few of our female friends and told them we were hired by a 'Boss' to avoid having to share too much of our profit with them. the money was really getting to our heads.
so the next day at school we were all excited of what's to come, and once lessons were over we headed down to collect our roses and carried on with our cover story to hide the truth from the girls. cabbed down to city hall because we couldn't wait, and once there we realised that many others have also thought of the same brilliant idea as us, and had even nicer roses. fuck.
i tried to worm my way out of doing the actual selling because i hate doing such shit, and so paired up with my friend and allowed him to work his magic. his magic brought in a total of ZERO sales and after a few hours we gathered to discuss our fate and compare magic skillz.
from what i remember, i think the whole lot of us only managed to sell maybe 2 or 3 roses. and that's fucking miserable if you haven't realised. almost all the time the guy (dumb) would want to buy, and ask his girlyfriend to choose, but the girl (smart) would say NO NO NO it's a waste of money. fuck them.
after that it was all downhill. it was getting late and we started selling at $5 and then $2 and finally $1 just to get rid of all the damn flowers. even at $1, no one really wanted to buy. and we were still left with a shitload of them. luckily at the end of the night one of the girls managed to find a guy friend (dumb) who happily forked out $10 each for a whole bunch, which then allowed us to break even.
at the end of our ordeal, the only people who came out victorious were the girls because they earned commission from their sales, while the masterminds had exactly $0 profit or loss. from then on i learned that theories of making money do not always materialise in the real world, which was perhaps something that our young minds couldn't grasp in the beginning.
but at least it made quite an interesting experience, and yet another random story to tell.
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