I’m working another season in retail, selling games to people looking for ways to make their children smarter.
That’s the way the bitterest way to describe my job responsibilities. The more charitable and more common feeling is that people come in looking for ways to make happy the people in their lives, and it’s my job to understand the sort of thing they already enjoy in order to find them a new thing they’ll also be pleased with.
Doing my job right means I listen to or tease information out of people, have a good understanding of the products we have to offer, and demonstrate what I like about it well enough they can easily imagine the gift-receiver enjoying, too.
It’s fun. It feels like a net-positive to the universe. But it’s also a far cry from being a journalist.
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Actually, until my sister got a job selling cell phones (down in the Sam’s store), I was pretty ignorant about the whole idea.
“I don’t know how to put this, but it’s kind of a big deal.”
I’ve read about some of the Black Friday observants. These people are certifiably insane. I feel less safe to go out in public knowing one of them could be around the next corner, trying to get a good deal. If we were at the same shopping center, I might actually fear for my well-being, especially if we were reaching for the same item. These folks are stone-cold professionals and wouldn’t think twice about dropping me right there in the aisle. They would drop me, and they’d sleep well that night.
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