I have always wanted to be drop shipper. For as long as I have known what a drop shipper was, what they did, how it afforded them mortgages and boat notes, I have always wanted to be one of them.
The type of drop shipper of which I speak is one who picks out merchandise from the drop shipping company's catalog and if the company does not have one online, why do they not? The point is that the drop shipper is a go-between. She takes orders from buyers, then pays for the item from the drop shipping company and gives them the buyer's address, so that they will fill that order.
So, I set out to become a drop shipper. I wanted to be a great one!
And she looked high and low. She Googled it. She Yahoo'd it. She even Lesser Search Engine'd it. And she came up with snake eyes.
I let a few years pass before I remembered andthis little dream-type thing of mine came back into my already busy head. Sparked by a conversation with a friend, I went out looking again. This time was going to be different! I am now a student at a major online university and was thinking about that huge library to which I have anytime access to.
And I searched. And I came up with a company that didn't require any monthly fees. I didn't have to give them my credit card information and when I searched the search engines and directories, I didn't come up with any negative feedback.
I had questions. I clicked on the online chat box. And boom! There was "Jim." Jim was very polite and everything seemed very divine. I was able to find a handful of products that weren't already smattered all over Ebay!
And five people bought those items from me. Great, huh? No. Not so much. Two of those orders never went through the company's website. I even asked for them to assist me with entering those orders. I explained that every time I entered an order, I kept getting a certain error message. They wouldn't do it. I soon realized that I was pestering people who didn't care about me as a customer.