Saturday, February 16, 2008
eBay Fees
My current eBay ID has been active for about 8 years. I have to say that it is a lot easier to list items in an eBay auction now than it was 8 years ago. Now, combined with PayPal, it is simple to list and close an eBay auction.
I am no Power Seller but I still dream of finding that perfect item to auction off on eBay. You know, that item that is virtually 100% profit and sells itself. The one I can list over and over and then sit back and watch my PayPal account fill up. I could truly say that I make a living on eBay (or at least say that I make money on eBay).
One thing that has always puzzled me is the amount of money I pay to eBay and PayPal in the form of insertion fees, listing fees, final value fees and transaction fees. EBay has a listing of their fees on their website but it is difficult to find and I doubt anyone really looks at it before they list an auction.
My question is, "After I buy the item to sell and pay all the fees involved, am I going to make any money?"
My solution was to sit down and create a calculator that computes all the pre and post auction fees from eBay and PayPal at one time. Now, I can estimate my fees before the auction starts and decide if I will make a profit after everyone has taken their share.
I posted the calculator on my website for anyone to use. It is completely free. I made it, I own it and I never collect and email addresses or other personal information when you use my calculators.
You can see the eBay and PayPal Fees Calculator at: www.EasyWebCalculators.com
Do you have a success story from eBay?
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
It is what it is
“It is what it is.” Where the heck did that come from? I hear it all over the place and see it written in business communication as if it is stating something definite. Are we that ambiguous? Saying, “it is what it is,” is the equivalent of shrugging your shoulders and saying, “Eh…I don’t really care. Why should I try to change it?”
“When I was your age…” Were things really that much different? We didn’t lock our doors…we left the keys in our cars…we played in the streets…we didn’t have to worry about “that” kind of thing…we didn’t have computers…microwaves didn’t exist… I like to think that I was safer when I was a child. I just have a different perspective now. Bad things happened when I was growing up. It didn’t bother me because I was a kid. My parents were the ones worrying. Now, I worry about my kids. They are careful and know not to go into a stranger’s house and to run if someone pulls up next to them in a car but they still have an innocent view of life. Maybe the reality of life just hasn’t hit them yet.
Are there sayings that bother you?
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Real-world math.
Here is a real-life example:
Companies are trying really hard to promote themselves as environmentally friendly. I heard a "green" ad on the radio last week from one of the railroad companies. They said that they could haul 1 ton of freight 423 miles on a single gallon of gas. When I first heard that it sounded great!
So...I did some rough calculations:
If a single locomotive hauls 5000 tons of freight, how many miles per gallon does the locomotive really get?
5000 tons = 5000 gallons of gas for 423 miles (it's what they said on the ad)
423 miles divided by 5000 gallons = 0.085 miles per gallon
or
5000 gallons divided by 423 miles = 11.82 gallons per mile.
Granted, rail transportation is probably a lot more efficient than any other type of ground transportation. It just doesn't sound as "green" to say you ONLY use 11 gallons of gas for every mile you go. It's not exactly the next hybrid vehicle.
The ad ends by saying something like, "too bad we all can't drive locomotives." Yeah, then instead of using one gallon of gas to get to work I could use 201 gallons!
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Faith the size of a Mustard Seed
I grew up, and still live, in the Bible belt. I was raised in the church. To be more specific, I was raised in the Catholic Church. I went to Catholic grade school and continued all the way through high school. Heck, I was also an alter boy. Before you ask, no I have no shameful stories about the Church. It was a good experience. It’s pretty safe to say that most of my friends and acquaintances growing up were also Christians. I was exposed to a lot of information about different religions in school but I really didn’t have many non-Christian friends.
As a young adult I stopped going to church. It took many years to find my own way and find a religion that I felt comfortable with. I got married and had children and the whole idea of church because very important again. I wanted my children to be raised with strong morals and a strong sense of family unity that a church offered.
As I get older I still have religious doubts. There are times when I am not really sure why I am at church. A lot of times I look around and wonder why other people are at church. Are we a bunch of suckers? Are they thinking the same thing I am? I have always believed in God and I really feel like I have a blessed life. I have a wonderful wife and three children I am very proud of. I have a good paying job and live in a nice house. I admit that I am envious sometimes of people with a strong faith. They believe without question. Maybe I am too logical and try to see science in too many things.
How can you tell a good Christian? Well, around here you would think that a good Christian is good because he says he is. People brag about what church they go to and like to talk about God very loudly. I always picture them being the people who hug and kiss and shake everyone’s hands at church and then are the first ones out of the church parking lot after the service, waving their middle finger at anyone who cuts them off. These are the same people that have the fish decals on the back bumpers of their cars. Of course I’m generalizing, but you get the idea.
I always thought a good Christian should be discovered through actions not words. Instead of telling someone you believe in God, why not buy a homeless person a sandwich or pay for the person’s toll in the car behind you. These random acts of kindness, when done deliberately, show people your true character. Strangers shouldn’t have to guess whether you are a good person.