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Hee!

On the building next to mine, there are two upright protrudy things coming off the roof. There are two hawks. Now they look like a set of perfectly matched bookends, out there staking their claim and scaring all the pigeons out of their tiny, tiny little minds.

Worries.

My father wants me to come work at his store after I graduate. 'Only occassionally...maybe on Saturdays', he says, when I fully plan to have a 40-hour-a-week job being a school counselor. 'And if you get tired of the counseling thing, you'll have something to fall back on'. He wants to leave me the store.

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I appreciate the work he's put into it. I know he's given this thing all of his heart, and worked hard to make it a viable thing. But I hate retail. I can't sell anything to anyone. I hate retail with a deep and abiding loathing. I went to graduate school largely so that my chances of ever having to take a retail job would be reduced. I just cannot do the kind of perky-helpful-seller that a person needs to be a successful salesman of any sort, and I know /nothing/ about automotive paint, anyway. I would be both miserable and a failure.

I have no idea how to decline this without hurting my father's feelings. No matter what I do, he will take it personally. Sigh.