Hellllllloooooooo all!

I’m posting later cuz Monday and Thursdays are my days off for now. So? I took care of my tasks earlier to give me more time this afternoon. It’s that I’m preparing my third speech in Toastmasters tonight: A presentation on the story for my microbudget feature film 3 WISHES.

And now???

Why the hell would I post a picture of dirty pants? Well… They’re not just any pants. I bought them to work at La Cienega and Jefferson in South Central Los Angeles for a seasonal retail position. This was my first experience specifically doing sales. I did this cuz the thought of doing sales scared the shit of me given the number of horrible sales tactics out there. Did this mean that I was going to the “dark side” to behave like a scumbag? Cuz seriously!?! We’ve all been on the end of those high pressure situations where you walk away needing a shower.

Full disclosure: I know a person in the middle of anxiety can create this same feeling in the receiving party. How do I know this? I’ve been on both sides of this before… They can be overwhelming on both sides. Why do I keep sticking things like this in my blogs? You know… Holly!?! Why do you continue to throw yourself under the bus? Don’t you want to look good? How can people trust you if you’re not “perfect?????” ESPECIALLY IF YOU DON’T LOOK PERFECT????

Looking good and feeling good aren’t the same. AND? I also want to normalize: We don’t have to be at our personal best all of the time just for others to feel comfortable. If you feeling comfortable is more important than people being in distress? That’s on you cuz you’re making in the problem of the person in distress. Dudes!?! Their hands are already full.

I digress.

Now back to those pants…

I learned from that first sales position that good sales skills are about being a dynamic hostess at a fun party: Meeting people where they’re at with something useful for them. Boom.

These same pants served me when I was a job coach even deeper in South Central after I exited my marriage. They were part of my “uniform” for me to be easily identified as coach rather than participant. I also wore them waiting tables when I was first in Billings. And I’m wore them more recently when I was getting people excited about buying beans.

BUT BUT BUT they’re now six sizes too big for me. Sure. They’ve been that way for years now. Yes. I’ve been resistant about letting them go since we’ve been through so much together. But they’re falling down and falling apart.

So?

I’m ready to let them go. Cuz I’m now able to let them go without losing their lessons: show up to the best of your abilities to get the job done.

As always: Have a glamorous day for fun!

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