It can't be that hard to tell because for the most part, I walk around with a kid or two. That's like a ball and chain and the noose while we're at it. If I'm not sporting the boys around, it hardly matters. I look like a mom. The permanent "mommy's mad" lines on my forehead, the stray gray hair poking out the top of my head - the frizzy mess in a ponytail. And let's not even get into my clothes.
But the past couple of weeks, I've been working at a sales position. Kind of like Avon, only I push printed products so I don't think I can help Edward Scissorhands should I knock on his door accidentally. Unless he shreds stress-reliever balls to relieve his stress.
To clean up my act, I've been washing my face with facial cleanser and not Ajax dish soap with grease cutting action. My work clothes from the days as salon manager have come out from storage - luckily, they were post pregnancy. As for the hair - well, that needs professional execution which costs serious dough - in the meantime, I got a bun and it's not in the oven.
Where does the wedding ring fit into all this?
Well, they way I see it - a sales person can seem as shady as a politician - a wedding ring changes that. Call it a credibility factor - yes, I am loyal. Call it armor - don't mess with me because my husband looks like Mr. Clean. Call it the equivalent of the Red Power Tie - you see I get what I want because I got some fool to marry me, right?
It might sound crazy, but the next time you go to buy a fridge or a car, tell me you don't look for a ring on that finger to decide whether that five percent discount sounds like a deal to you or not.
I guess what I'm saying is, a wedding ring is a sales person's prop. While I don't expect to get better business from it, if I do, don't expect me to call it my precious.
|If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it!|