I’m a good saleswoman. I can make you buy just about anything. when I was just a peon at the portrait studio, I was capable of having you purchasing so many portraits, you wouldn’t know what to do with them all. when I was a cashier at a book store, I constantly broke through the roof in membership card sales. I was always one of the most successful Girl Scout cookies seller in my childhood. I’ve always been able to get people to buy what I want to them to buy.
and this time around, I over-successfully sold me.
that’s how I feel at work. I think I over-sold myself to them, and now I’ve screwed them over. I did too well in the interview, because I’m obviously not nearly as competent and intelligent as I made myself out to be.
I wouldn’t say I’m a liar, because I’m not. I just used stronger language than I should have, maybe. instead of expressing myself as comfortable and relatively experienced with finances maybe I should have said I’m an idiot with numbers as soon as you place a dollar sign in front of them (Brian can confirm the truth in that). instead of telling them that I would be willing to relearn Spanish, I should have commented on my inability to really recall any information or facts.
I have done them a disservice in selling myself so well to them. and this guilt is going to eat me alive.