A Time For Every Season Under Heaven

Seasons of life come and go.  Some are warmly remembered while others are quickly forgotten in the rearview mirror of life.  About a month ago I decided to draw a close on working at Big Dave's Cigars in Fort Worth.  In its place I took on a full-time career with Allen Edmonds in Dallas.  While selling shoes may be old hat and the initial career post-High School, I must look back rather nostalgically on the tobacco industry.  Upon moving to Fort Worth in 2010, I couldn't seem to break into the shoe industry in the D/FW Metroplex, even if my life depended on it.  The proverbial "mark of Cain" must have been writ large on my forehead or stamped somewhere on my work history/resume.  As a result, I was forced to pivot and ended up reinventing myself in the cigar and pipe industry.  Twelve years and three cigar shops later, hob-knobbing with the likes of Doc Severinsen, Ron White, and Pat Green to name a few, I am called once again to the art of selling footwear along with the related accessories.  Not sure if I will enjoy the same sort of clientele, but we shall see.  I have already made a few acquaintences at the neighboring Starbuck's.  One of whom is a baseball fan such as myself.  With a few weeks of work under my belt, the jury is still out on whether or not I will enjoy the job.  In the meantime, I must make due in order to activate the health insurance and to save some money in the somewhat depleted bank accounts.  Who knows, I may get back in the swing of the industry to find my groove once again.  It has been a while since I have slinged shoes for a living.  Of course I'll post more as I get back into the life of a shoe salesman...a cigar smoking one at that.

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