One Sunday afternoon in late March, I was selling at the appliance store. It had been damn busy all day, but then there was a moment. I was standing in the middle of the washing machine section, so the appliances only came up to my waist and I had a straight shot line of vision to the front doors. A man came into the store, walked directly to me, handed me a business card, and said, “We are hiring store managers and assistant store managers.”
I looked down at the card in my hand and it was for a shoe company. They make classy shoes that I was well familiar with because my gramma used to wear them. The shoes are old school, old lady shoes. “XYZ Shoes”, I said, “Oh, sure, that’s a good brand. I know them.”
The mystery man was taken aback and he should have been. XYZ Shoes is from a different era and a different geographic area. There was no reason why someone my age should be familiar with his product. He asked me if I would like to interview and I said sure. Why not? I agreed to meet him at his hotel after I got off work. Weird and risky, right? Agreeing to meet some total stranger at his hotel. Of course, I wasn’t planning to go alone to his hotel room and get raped or murdered. It’s just that it seemed so like a miracle. Some random guy walks into my work, makes a beeline for me, and offers me a new job. How could I ignore something so strange?
Here’s where I learned something valuable in hindsight.
I am a person who lives in fantasy and ghosts and hidden messages from God, basically someone who is obsessed with and or burdened by magical thinking – something that is considered a mental illness by most authorities, but considered a special gift by Highly Sensitive People. Time will tell who is right and who is wrong. Is it a heavenly blessing to live too much in the spiritual world or is it a silliness and a mental disturbance? In this case, it turned out to be both.
I thought that God Himself Herself literally handed me a business card for a new job. It turns out that scouting talent (or stealing talent) from other retailers is a normal and customary way of staffing a new retail store. It is much faster that starting from scratch. You just go around and snatch up disgruntled employees from wherever they currently work and bring them onto your new team. It turns out that it wasn’t as mystical as I thought – or was it? I don’t know yet.
So I went to the hotel after work and the now two men were seated at a big conference table next to a fireplace in the lobby. The fire smelt wonderful. It was pleasant. I interviewed for the store manager job and I was stellar. I learned in Dallas when I was in the homeless shelter, how to ace a job interview – and that is by being relaxed and telling myself that we are just going to have a chat and nothing important is on the line. I just talk to the interviewers and I don’t cooperate with any of the hard-sell questions like: tell me why we should hire you instead of one of these other 20 applicants or tell me where you see yourself in 5 years, etc. No, instead I just get to know them and let them get to see me a little, and we talk about what they hope to do with whatever their company is. It’s wonderful because I feel good afterwards.
So we talked and I started to get excited. They promised me THE 9 TO 5 LIFESTYLE and I wanted it.
I warned them during my interview that eventhough I was completely capable of being the store manager, my resume doesn’t show that. Surely someone with 20 years experience in Retail Management was going to apply and they would have to give them the job. And that is exactly what happened. However, I got the full-time with health insurance sales associate offer and I took it.
Little did I know how much codependent drama this would dredge up in my life…
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