“Don’t ever let someone tell you, you can’t do something. Not even me. You got a dream, you got to protect it. People can’t do something themselves, they want to tell you you can’t do it. You want something, go get it. Period.”
Yesterday, I was working at my second job at Lucky Brand Jeans. At the end of my shift, the one the of the assist manager inquired about certain transactions done and I told her that I was the one who did them. She goes on into a 20-minute rant about how I didn’t question the customers about their name, address, email and etc. She continued her declaim of assumption by saying that because of my “lack of confidence” or “unsureness” may be blocking me from receiving this information from the consumers. In reality, I never asked for the information but I let her continue to rant and rave. I did not interject to her continuous assault on my character and abilities. In her closing statements, she profused that she only said those “words of encouragement” because she cared and wanted to light a fire under me. I gazed upon her and parted my lips to express that her “concern” would have been better-received before I put in my two weeks notice. Her rant would have only encouraged me to request my leave from that company. Instead of getting into my feelings and getting personal I got politically as she expressed that was the name of the game. In her words “retail is a game of politics and you have to play if you want to get paid”. But in my mind politics was not the word to describe this issue but more along the lines of cowardly or sell out.
Not Today Satan…
Looking down on me because I am a sales associate fresh out of high school was a mistake. Just because someone’s rank is higher than yours in the society does not mean that they are better and can address you any way that they feel. We are in the same company and position (for the most part) we both sell apparel for the time being. The only difference is this what she does for a living and I, on the other hand, have aspirations in life that do not pertain to me continuing to spend time in the micro of fashion. I want to be in the macro of fashion that protane to the design aspects and runways. The moral of the lengthy novel is to not let anyone no matter than self-proclaimed caliber to speak death into your life. We all are here for a purpose and a significance none of us are here merely by mistake. Thank God for this day and go find/ chase whatever your purpose in life maybe.
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