Of all the places you've worked and of all the jobs you've had, what was your favorite(s) and why? Just to be clear, I'm talking about working for others, not self-employment.
I've had many jobs, but not counting self-employment. My 2 favorites were manager of a woman's shoe store and the many years I spent as an automobile tire salesman.
I was in my early 20's when I managed the woman's shoe store. I didn't make much money and I was treated like crap by upper management, but for a young single man it doesn't get any better than fitting young ladies for shoes all day. Had it not been for them going out of business, I would have never left.
My next job was commissioned tire salesman. This was probably my most favorite. I was expected to show up by a certain time and follow certain procedures, but other that that, I was on my own. All I really had to do was greet customers, assess their needs, fill those needs and collect the appropriate fees for it. If I didn't feel like dealing with customers face to face that day, I was free to work the phones instead. If I wasn't in the mood for that, I could work in the warehouse or service shop. It was always my choice. The money was great too. I loved it. Then one day the company was sold to a large conglomerate and cooperate America reared it's ugly head. Overnight the job I loved was no longer fun and so I moved on yet again.
That's my one workplace motto. If it ceases to be fun, I cease to do it.
I've had many jobs, but not counting self-employment. My 2 favorites were manager of a woman's shoe store and the many years I spent as an automobile tire salesman.
I was in my early 20's when I managed the woman's shoe store. I didn't make much money and I was treated like crap by upper management, but for a young single man it doesn't get any better than fitting young ladies for shoes all day. Had it not been for them going out of business, I would have never left.
My next job was commissioned tire salesman. This was probably my most favorite. I was expected to show up by a certain time and follow certain procedures, but other that that, I was on my own. All I really had to do was greet customers, assess their needs, fill those needs and collect the appropriate fees for it. If I didn't feel like dealing with customers face to face that day, I was free to work the phones instead. If I wasn't in the mood for that, I could work in the warehouse or service shop. It was always my choice. The money was great too. I loved it. Then one day the company was sold to a large conglomerate and cooperate America reared it's ugly head. Overnight the job I loved was no longer fun and so I moved on yet again.
That's my one workplace motto. If it ceases to be fun, I cease to do it.
