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.