By Adeline Vandale
I sell shoes.
Quite literally.
And without any ads.
I picked up a job recently.
Every week, 8 hours per weekend.
I sell shoes.
I don’t need that job.
Not particularly.
But I like those shoes.
And I like that job.
I can talk to people.
The real ones.
For whom a “proposition” is only a suggestion.
For whom the best ads only need the letters s a l e s.
I sell shoes to people who like shoes.
And sometimes even more than I do.
I talk to my colleagues about life.
Life they have inside a world that isn’t mine.
Life from a world that isn’t theirs.
Nor mine.
My colleagues are sources of insights.
I like insights.
And I like my colleagues.
I like this job.
It makes me feel rested.
More than a day of sleep.
So I will keep that job.
And even if one day I decide to walk away from it,
I will always love that job.
Because I sell shoes.
And I like selling those shoes.
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