Reading havananights's journal

Well, what can I say. I took a youthful leave of absence from work that lasted on and off for close to a year. I tried the labor industry, changing tires, but after three months I truly began to miss the sales industry. Oh and yeah, not just any sales industry. I am bred into the car sales business. I know some people out there hold a certain belief about the typical car salesman. Before being hired to sell cars, I too held a picture in my mind of what this unique creature of sales was like.
Eighteen and full of confidence, I walked into a big dealership. I walked out the youngest car salesman they employed. Only a few things thrill me as much as selling a car. I do not lie to my customers, I do not treat my customers poorly. I am everything people do not expect when they walk into my place of business. I am good at what I do.
Then about a year ago, after five years in the field, I grew tired of responsibility, so I quit. I vowed I would not return to the car industry. I swore up and down I retired from the business. After a failed attempt in the home financing business, I wanted to do just enough to pay my bills. Let me say this. Nothing wears someone out more than working sixty hours a week, six days a week, at $8.50 an hour changing tires. I was beating myself up and just barely getting by.
I started contemplating a comeback in the car industry. I remember saying at one point that no matter the field, all the great ones come back. They cannot stay out of doing what comes naturally. Look at all the boxers, basketball players, football players, and other athletes that have retired and then came back. It is honestly quite difficult to leave what you love doing. Forever is a long time to wait.
So on September 28th, of 2004 I walked back into the dealership I quit less than a year ago. I walked out a young man that now holds more respect for responsibility. They promoted me into management as part of the agreement. When I entered through the front door, I thought I heard the Ma$e single Welcome Back playing in the back of my mind. I guess to an extent, at that moment I felt great.

As history shows us, it has always been Aces over Kings

This post was edited by havananights on Oct 04, 2004.