I am part of a pretty poor family that can barely keep our family afloat. My father tried incredibly hard to pay for my education but I took it for granted. I wasnt very studious and ended up giving up on studies despite the fact that my father tried so hard to pay for it.
A long time has passed since I quit school and I often look back on my decision with a sense of sadness. Immediately after I quit school I found a job. I gave far too much weight to work that I failed to see the long term benefits of going to school and getting a higher education. I understand that it is my fault this happened and if I could go back I would change my decision. But I also have to blame my parents for not encouraging enough. They should have pushed me as hard as they could to complete my education. Well the past is the past. But now I’m in a stagnant situation and don’t have the education or skills I need to go further in this life.
My job is working in the sales department inside of a ladies clothing store. Throughout my experiences here I’ve actually came to learn a lot about fashion and have become knowledgeable in new, hot trends. I’m also somewhat proud to point out that customers often look to me for tips on what to buy. it turns out that I’ve developed a very keen eye in knowing what’s hot and what’s not.
There is this one lady in particular I would like to talk about and her name is Mrs. Wilson. In all regards, she is actually a very beautiful, young, and wealthy woman. Her skin is practically perfect. Whenever she walks in I always get a feeling of jealousy because I wished I looked as pretty as she does. There was one time where she walked in and asked me for help in finding her some nice coats to buy. While she went into a dressing room to try them on I noticed she left her purse outside the room. Turns out it was a beautiful Louis Vuitton bag. It was so beautiful in fact, that I even contemplated taking the purse right then and there and running away with it. There was this evil voice in my head that kept tempting me to do it. But before I could I was interrupted by my friend. She said she knew what I was thinking and not to bother. The bag was actually a Louis Vuitton replica bag that we sold right there in the store!
I was embarrassed as I almost stole the bag and to top it my friend saw that as well. I went to the handbags section to pick the same Louis Vuitton replica bag as I wanted to prove to my friend that I was just looking at Mrs. Wilson bag and appreciating it. She looked at me and smiled saying that she also has one of those.