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.

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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.

Comments

[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 #.