I’ve never wanted a job in retail. I always told myself and others that “I won’t get a job selling stuff” and I thought I was living up to that promise until I thought about it today. I work at a language school. My job is to prepare snacks, drinks, and class materials and then I transport them to the site where classes take place. I set up the snacks and drinks, put signs up on the door, prepare attendance sheets. Teachers and students arrive and I answer questions about class credits and scheduling. Students come to me with questons and requests to sign up for language classes or to re-enroll.
“Life is about selling yourself.” I’ve heard this often and I believe it, and if it isn’t life then it’s work. I’ve just never thought of it along the terms of going against my promise. Now “selling yourself” doesn’t mean to the devil and it doesn’t mean you’re “selling out.” No matter the job, you want someone to like or at least want something about or from you, you advertise your quailities and anyone who doesn’t snarl and walk away is a satisfied customer.
Isn’t that a sale?
I work in retail and I’m here to serve.
