“Why sales?” The national sales manager at the prestigious university press wanted to know. He sat across from me at the round table in this tiny window-less meeting room next to a senior sales rep.

I’d expected this question. Prepared for it. Of course they were going to ask why an ESL teacher suddenly wanted a job in sales.

The truth of the matter is that I didn’t. Well, I didn’t want a job in sales any more than I wanted a job in marketing, rights or editing. More than anything, I wanted to write an ESL textbook myself. But I knew that wasn’t feasible. I had to work in education, and I was applying to anywhere that would take me. I wanted a job that could help pay the bills, a job that had medical benefits, concrete hours and vacation pay. This particular sales job even came with a company car. And the press just so happened to be old and renowned. And they just so happened to be hiring. So that was why sales. But I couldn’t say that.

“Honestly, I don’t think I’m a typical sales person,” I conceded, lowering my gaze and smoothing the arm of my red cardigan. “I don’t think I could sell just anything to just anyone. And I wouldn’t want to. But I do think I could sell textbooks.”


“Because I know teachers. And I know students. And I care about education. I care about pairing the right people with the right materials. I care about improving classrooms across the country, helping the next generation learn in the most effective way possible,” I explained, looking at each of them in the eye to show my conviction.

The manager and the senior sales rep exchanged a glance, and I wasn’t sure if I was on the right track or not. The next question that came my way was, “what qualities do you think make a good salesperson?”

I’d prepared for this question too. In attempt to not sound repetitive, I played to my storytelling strengths. “The best salesperson I know is my mother. She sells expensive face cream in a very over-saturated market. She does a great job because she’s always selling. Even to me. If I tell her I have dry skin, a pimple, a burn, a cat scratch, a stomachache, her answer is unvaryingly consistent. ‘Use the cream,’ she tells me. Not because she’s trying to make a sale but because she genuinely believes in her product. That’s what makes a great salesperson. Passion and dedication to whatever you’re selling.”

“What are you most proud of?”

Suddenly my mind went blank. This particular question I hadn’t been expecting. I forgot about my successful teaching career, my published short stories, my nearly perfect grades, I forgot about all of it. I faltered. Expended all my energy on stopping my right leg from shaking and rattling the table. I forced myself to think. Think. There had to be something I was proud of.

“I guess I’m most proud of my life in general,” I finally shrugged. I knew it sounded like a copout, but a zen-like wave of self-acceptance was creeping up on me out of nowhere. Somehow, I knew I would be okay even if I didn’t get this particular job. And I was proud of that. “I’m proud of my beautiful apartment in the city. I’m proud of how hard I’ve worked to get everything I have. I’m happy, and I’m proud of myself for taking the right steps to get exactly where I am in life right now. I’m in a good place.”

The sales manager and rep nodded along silently.

After a few more expected questions, another one threw me for a loop. The senior sales rep requested I tell him about a time I had to choose between work and my personal life. Before I knew it, I was telling him all about living in Tolbon. About commuting for three hours downtown in the snow to work for 3.5 hours because I was a new teacher that was so grateful to even have a job. Biting softly on my lower lip, I murmured more to myself then to them, “I knew I couldn’t keep doing it.”

“So what ended up happening?” He prodded. I shut my eyes and paused for extreme dramatic effect.

“I crashed my car.” I proclaimed, before realizing just seconds too late that I was interviewing for a position with a company car that involved tons of commuting. I sped ahead, “and that was the last straw. I moved downtown, just walking distance from the school.”

Another glance between the manager and the sales rep. I nervously twirled the ends of my hair.

The last question they posed was, “on a scale of 1-10, how important is money to you?”

“8,” I heard myself decide aloud before I could even weigh out the impact of that answer. Maybe it was too high, maybe it would sound too greedy, but it was definitely honest. If money wasn’t important, then I wouldn’t be leaving my dream job to go into sales.

Somehow, I got the job. Not the sales rep job with the car, of course, not at first. I had no sales experience and a bad driving record. I didn’t blame them. I started as a sales assistant at the academic press, and within 8 weeks, I was promoted to my new sales rep dream job.



29 thoughts on “The Academic Press

  1. Congratulations, Alexis! No doubt those execs saw a circumspect woman with positive attributes that would serve her well no matter the position. So glad they recognized what you had to offer and presented you with that dream job!

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  2. Gosh, you put my interviewing skills to shame (I admit, I’m not great at interviews)! Such awesome and unique answers to the questions thrown at you: I love that your answers are in storytelling format, as they really make your strengths and weaknesses all the more personable and relatable. You deserved getting that job, that’s for sure!

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    1. Funny, I thought this was a story about one of my most awkward interviews. I felt really out of my depth in this one! I remember calling my mom from the car telling her I had no idea how it just went.

      Glad to hear you’re content at your job, such a great feeling 🙂


  3. Wow, I think you did such a good job at the interview.
    If I were the interviewer, I would have given you the job right away xD
    You do have a great knack for storytelling, you were narrating stories within a story by writing a blog post and it all flowed so well 😍😍

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  4. I think job interviews are like jury trials – they are really hard to win because you have to get so many things right. But they are really easy to lose because all you need is a single bone-headed mistake. Most successes in winning trials and getting jobs is in making fewer (and smaller) mistakes than your opponents. That’s probably true in sales too.


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