I finally sold it. Sheesh. It’s finally gone. The PS3. And all its remaining games.
I didn’t exactly get what I was expecting from their sale, but all things considered, I’m happy with what I got.
Selling it has been a long and exhausting journey.
I didn’t want to sell it at first, when I got my PS4.
In fact, I wasn’t sure I was even going to be able to sell it. Over the months, the function had deteriorated as to be unplayable. It stuttered and paused every few seconds, so much so that I actually preferred playing with the Xbox 360 over it. It was either the hard drive, or it needed a restoration, something I was antsy about doing because of the time and games invested in it.
Then I got my PS4, and I forgot about my old PS3. I sold most of the games I had for it, keeping only my favorite ones, that games I couldn’t part with.
Then one day a couple of months ago, I tried taking out of storage and using it again. I saw that it still had the same problems, so I decided to restore it from scratch. And lo and behold, it was ok again—all the old problems vanished, and it was running fine. So I figured, now I can sell it!
I put it on the sites, asking a bit above the going price, I realise now. After a couple of weeks, I lowered it to more sane levels, and put it up again. This time I had a lot of bites. Although I was wondering why they all were, to a man, asking about the model number.
Turns out, all of them were looking to have my PS3 jailbroken, and that depended on the model: some of them could be jailbroken, and some could not. I found out mine was not jailbreakable the hard way.
Three weeks ago, a guy from PhilMUG asked about it, and he also asked me the model. Unsuspectingly, I gave him the model number off the box, thinking that that was the actual box my PS3 originally came in.
The day he bought it, I got a call from him telling me that wasn’t the actual model number, and it couldn’t be jailbroken, so could I please take it back? Dammit. After lugging the thing all the way to Robinson’s Place in Boni/Edsa, I gotta go back and refund the guy his money and take the PS3 back. He also told me that, it being the model that it was, it should be selling much cheaper than what I was asking for it. Dammit dammit dammit.
So I made the trip and took the thing back, and refunded him his money.
Last Saturday, I took newer photos of the system and posted it again, this time for a lower price. I got many calls, most of them asking for the model number (which was stupid because I’d already prominently posted the model number in the ad to avoid my previous mistake), so I knew they only meant to jailbreak the damn thing. I got a couple of bites where they didn’t ask about it, and I focused on those two.
Thing was, they were haggling me really down, so I finally compromised and settled on a price both they and I could live with. I picked the one who had a reasonable attitude towards my meetup requirements, and I met him, or tried to meet him, at the V. Mapa LRT2 station this morning.
He stood me up. Or rather, he texted again to confirm, for the nth time, about the meetup, but this time I couldn’t reply, because I had stupidly left my phone back at the house.
Not getting a reply, he didn’t come at all. I waited for him there for a whole damn hour!
I lugged the big box back home and discovered, after I checked on my phone back at the house, what had happened.
I called him up. He was an earnest fellow, and brushed aside my troubles and asked to meet again that afternoon, this time in Cubao, where it was closer to me. But thinking about lugging that goddamn box out of the house again really stretched it for me. Ok, I said through gritted teeth, and met up with him at Starbucks Gateway at 3PM today.
This time, things went more smoothly, and the transaction was quick.
After I got home, I got a text from him confirming the voltage requirements of the PS3. 110V, like I told him before. Another text. It doesn’t want to turn on!
What? Check your connections again. See if the outlet was ok. Press the power button for longer than 5 seconds. Try anything!
I’ll be damned if I take the thing back again!
But he texted thirty minutes later: everything was ok. It was the power cord; something didn’t gel right, but now it’s ok.
Damn. Thank God!
So now it’s finally gone.
Sad for me to say this, but—good riddance.