I work this part-time job out in the mall. It consists of wearing all black... even black socks, of selling photos, and of stifling my creativity. The mall also really weirds me out. (not the store, just the mall) Something about being around crowds of rabid holiday shoppers out for the latest deal, dragging their kids around as though they are on leashes, and subjecting anyone they encounter to their selfish ideal of being in such a big hurry, something about all that just doesn't rub me the right way.
Anyway, I'm showing some folks pictures of their kids so they can choose what they want to buy.
They're pretty nice, actually, most everyone I had to 'sell' to yesterday was pretty nice. So here I am, Ms. "sales person" all in black.... and corporate says we need to hit such-and-such a number. And a few co-workers are all for the upselling, they tell me what to compliment, what sly lines to insert, etc.... No different from most other places wanting selling done. And I must say, their deals really aren't too bad. Here was my reasoning: I'm not pushy and I refuse to be, I'm not fake and I'm not going to give fake compliments, if they get one, it'll be real. And the thoughts continued in this progression when I first started working there. Thing is, they haven't changed. But yesterday something different happened.
In the middle of my shift, in the middle of talking to someone, I was all the sudden very aware that Jesus was sitting next to me. He was concerned with how I was treating every single person. He also could care less what corporate said, or my co-workers if it somehow infringed with how he expected me to treat the people or the situation. ....And all the sudden it wasn't about "I'm not any of these things, so I refuse to act this way", even though I may have been very right in those justifications. It was "Jesus is sitting next to me (!!), and what the hell do any other 'opinions' or 'directions' matter compared to my obedience to him???"
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