Indiana Wants Me . . . Lord, I Can’t Go There
Back in the olden days, I was hired as a trainee for the Philips Van-Heusen Shirt Company. I was the first woman on the sales team in Chicago, that made me the second in that role nationwide in the company. During that training year, I was kind of a golden child, I got the systems, taught the guys how to use them, made relationships with customers and partnered well with the big time sales reps. I loved my job.
Then the guy in Indianapolis quit. He had replaced the guy who had quit just months before that. I was too young to think through what that quick change in personnel meant.
My boss offered me that territory Ã¢â¬â- at my six months review — heck, the teritory was even made bigger. That was something. My boss said I didnÃ¢â¬â¢t have to go, but he also said that he couldnÃ¢â¬â¢t promise IÃ¢â¬â¢d still have a job in Chicago, if I didn’t go.
I didnÃ¢â¬â¢t want to go. I love Chicago. I didnÃ¢â¬â¢t need the money. I had just bought a condo.
A golden child didn’t say “no,” did she? I felt I had to go. I think I was still worried about teacher approval and following orders. Do the program. Pay my dues. Do what I was supposed to do. I made up a romantic rationale and said “yes.”
Soon enough I was singing that old pop tune, Ã¢â¬ÅIndiana wants me. Lord, I canÃ¢â¬â¢t go back there.Ã¢â¬Â