making an attempt

Had a great day at work on Friday.  24 different customers. High sales numbers.

Saturday, too, was very good.

And then along comes Sunday. I am expecting another good day, as it's a big shopping weekend, and we are offering lots of incentives (40-50% off, and a high-value gift-card).

My work day begins around noon. Within the first hour, I have a big sale. Then everything goes downhill.

Over the next 8 hours, I have only two more small (very small) sales. And a couple of returns (one large). I walk miles (8 to be exact). Move around lots of clothes, with few going out the door. I end the day 25% lower than where I was at 1:15. I leave at 8:40, frustrated and sad. This job takes way too much out of me, both physically and emotionally.

This morning I have an interview —my first in over two years. It's with a large fashion search firm. It's been so long since I've been asked to tell someone about myself, I'm afraid I won't remember what I have to tell.  

But then I'm surprised —the words come easily. I have a lot to say. I'm not applying here for a specific job, and placing me will not be a simple task. I don't fit neatly into any single category. I'd be happy to do what I do now if I were compensated fairly, but it would have to be part-time.  Or, I'd work full-time if the job were a corporate one.

I am not optimistic, but I am hopeful. And it does feel good to at least be trying.