Worries.

[pyrephox]

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.

...

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.

Comments

[pyrephox.livejournal.com]

He /knows/ I'm not good at it, and that I hate it. But we're talking about the guy who tried for six straight years to get me to go into computer science for the money, despite being told over and over and over again that I didn't like computer science, and loved what I was doing at the time.

He /still/ tries.

[cpip.livejournal.com]

In that case, all I can tell you is to bite the bullet and tell him in no uncertain terms that you appreciate his offer, but no thank you very much.

[pyrephox.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I know. Which I'll do. I'm just not looking forward to it.

[cpip.livejournal.com]

Best of luck -- you have my #.