Sometimes I get a little paranoid about telling people what I do from 9-5. Especially after 15 years of experience it has become harder to answer that question.
Don’t get me wrong it’s not that I am not proud of our product because I am happy we have awesome product made right here in Oregon. It is not because I am embarrassed by what we make because it is something many people need one and it solves one of their issues. But being a mailbox specialist is a conversation killer.
So I don’t mention it unless of course I’m on a plane and want to read and my seat mate tries to start a conversation. “I’m a mailbox specialist,” allows me to have a peaceful trip. No more questions asked.
Here are sample conversation stoppers when asked,
“What do you do?”
“We manufacture locking mailboxes.” (Silence, who wants to know more about that?)
“We own a small manufacturing company.” “Really? That sounds exciting. What do you manufacture?” “Mailboxes.” “Mailboxes? Oh excuse me I see someone over there I’m supposed to meet with. Nice meeting you.”
“We do locking mailboxes.” “Oh, a rental mailbox place. Do you also sell cards and do shipping.” OOOOooo the start of a conversation. “Uhhh, no not exactly we build mailboxes, locking ones that go on a post by the street.” “People buy those?”
So you see, life is difficult when you are a mailbox specialist. Except one time. I’ll never forget how sincere this lady was, mostly I’ll never forget how sweet she was. Such an amazing conversationalist. I actually wish I had such talent. So here goes:
“And what do you do, dear?” “We manufacture locking mailboxes.” “You mean those in apartment buildings?” “We sell those but we do not manufacture them.” “What kind to you make?” We make the ones that mount on a post by the street.” “Did you always want to do that?” [Me: blank stare] “I mean when you were a little girl did you always dream of selling mailboxes.”
So somewhere out there is a very kind and gracious lady who left me totally speechless, because, no, I would never have dreamed it. My thought process ran along the lines of being a princess or a ballerina. Turns out neither of those were my destiny. I was about five when I figured out being a princess was not in the cards. It took me a few years longer to realize I was getting too tall to be a ballerina, plus I wasn’t that talented.
I was still a young kid when I dreamed of driving a hot sports car. I tried to convince my dad to buy us one. This one would have appealed to me.
Just so you know, little girl dreams do become big girl dreams. 😀