Flyboys
I realize now that I take life as a social experiment. People fascinate me. The dynamics of the work place never proves boring.I started working as a car salesperson. Everyone is called “buddy” even me. Lol. I hear it so much that I now say it, even to my pets. “Hey, Oskar buddy, how are you?” It sort of takes the gender issue away.
I am the only female in sales. When someone addresses us as boys or gentleman, I am quick to add “and lady”. I feel like I am a part of a band of brothers. This makes me understand that I like men. They’re not so bad. I like having bros.
The cool thing is feeling like an equal. I never was militant about women’s rights but I love that these bros have to admit that I’m holding my own in this depressed car sales times.
I’m not aggressive in my tactics. I am simply myself and have had a pretty good start, considering...after all, I’m the only salesperson to get tips. Nice tips.
Now I am learning the language. There is one. It’s so foreign. Like another planet with spinning paper and lay downs, blow outs, etc. Just learning the lingo keeps me interested. Am I bilingual? At the end if a shift, I think I am. I just need to practice the language of auto sales.
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