But when you choose a certain field of people-pleasing work (ahem, sales!), whether you like kids or not, whether you like the potential client or not, you've got to know that there will be circumstances out there that will require you to fake it.
With that being said, let me tell you about the salesman who came to my house a few weeks ago to show us some windows. It all started out okay. I wasn't too interested in the windows to begin with; having him come to the house was my husband's idea. I knew we wouldn't be able to afford the windows Salesguy was selling but decided to let Hubby realize that for himself. I was busying myself with chores that needed done like I do most Saturday mornings. But for some reason, it was absolutely imperative that I be part of the audience as he made his pitch. But that's neither here nor there, I suppose. I was finishing up something concerning my kids and said I'd be done in a few minutes. I didn't think that was too unreasonable given the fact that Salesguy had been late to start with.
He seemed irked but decided he could use a cigarette. So he asked Hubby if he could smoke. Hubby said we didn't allow smoking in the house. He mentioned to Salesguy that I used to smoke but I quit sometime back (over a year and a half ago; yay!). Salesguy seemed to want to argue. He'd seen an ashtray on the porch so surely that must mean one of us smoked. I chimed in with the fact that even when I did smoke, I smoked outside because you shouldn't smoke around kids. The ashtray was for guests to smoke OUTSIDE.
Later, as he was doing his pitch, he was obviously very disturbed that my 3 year old wanted to play with the latch on one of his cases. My son wasn't hurting anything but Salesguy kept trying to shoo him away like a fly. Salesguy was also disturbed by my 3 year old's need to go back and forth between Hubby and I as he climbed in our laps, gave us kisses, and chattered as he (or any other 3 year old) normally would. Salesguy kept looking at me in particular. "Did you hear me?" he asked on several occasions as if we were in an elementary school classroom instead of my living room. He was very off put by my son to the point when he started to "order" him around, I got up and left the room with him despite heavy aggravated sighs from Salesguy.
I occupied my little man upstairs and hoped I could avoid Salesguy for the rest of his visit. No such luck. Hubby came up a little while later and said, "He wants you down there, too." I gave my husband one of those famous looks but I didn't say anything. If I wasn't such a good girl, I would've... well, I'll leave that one to your happy imaginations. But I gritted my teeth and remained civil although I'm sure the disgust on my face was evident.
Needless to say, Hubby did realize the windows were out of our budget and we sent Salesguy on his merry way; without any of our money.