I Didn’t Know I Was an Impostor

I Didn’t Know I Was an Impostor

Whenever I talk about my time selling cars, I always say that I felt with some customers (usually, but not always, men,) that I felt like I had to prove I could do my job before I could get on and do it. It was like being tested. How could I possibly know enough to be...
Can I Speak to a Salesman, Please?

Can I Speak to a Salesman, Please?

“Excuse me love. Can I speak to a salesman, please?”   If I had a pound for every time I’ve heard that over the last 8 years, I’d have, well, tens of pounds. Actually, I wouldn’t, because I’d have spent them all on notebooks and branded merchandise,...