My Mary Kay “I” Story: Part 3 Whaddaya mean I’m not perky?

May 21, 2007 at 5:20 pm · Filed under MK Kooks, My Mary Kay "I" Story

In December of 2001 I found out I was pregnant with my second child.  Oh yeah, I should mention that by this time I had gotten married and had found a job (finally!).  I was working as a dealer on the casino boat.  I really liked my job, but I knew that it was not something I wanted to do for the rest of my life.  I wanted to stay home once the baby was born, but I also didn’t want to lose my paycheck.

My mom just happened to be invited to a Mary Kay party about this time.  She’s a nurse, and one of her patients had just started to sell MK.  She came home from the party very excited and threw this huge make up kit on my lap.  Before the roll-up there was a square 4 pouch make up bag, do you guys remember?  Well, my mom had bought the whole thing for me as a present.  I think it was close to $400.  She had scheduled her own party, and she wanted me to sell MK too!  That way she could get the discount, and I could stay at home and still make some money.  I was a little skeptical.

We invited some friends to the party.  We wound up with 4 people plus me and my mom which is pretty good for a skin care class.  My mom’s consultant, brought her recruiter who was in DIQ at the time.  She needed one more person to make director.  Guess who that turned out to be.  ME!  I wasn’t sure if I even liked MK, but I signed that night to become an IBC.  I was shown the inventory options, but I wasn’t really willing to spend anything.  My future director did encourage inventory, but when I explained that I just didn’t have the money for that she let it drop.  She invited me to the next meeting and a luncheon that next week, and she asked me to bring a guest if I could.  That was it.

That night as I was lying in bed, I felt sick to my stomach.  This is my usual reaction to stress.  I can’t tell you why I felt bad, all I knew is that I felt obligated to do something that felt weird.  My recruiter and future director were not the type of person that I usually hang around.  They were pert and cute.  They were your typical Southern Baptist ladies.  I decided that night to give it my all and try to do what they did.

I attended my first meeting that Tuesday.  It was held at a hotel in a conference room.  My future director told me that she had been “adopted” by another director, and we would attend her meetings until she had her own.  This adopted director was a freak of nature.  She was very pretty, but she was loud and in your face.  She’s the only woman I’d ever seen that ran around the room in heels.  Literally.  The woman RAN. 

The meeting was long and filled with prayers, singing, dancing, awards, etc.  I had brought my best friend at the time.  She was taken into a seperate room for a “make over” while I was given some information about “Perfect Start” and “Pacesetters”.  It seemed like there was a whole lot of “do this” and “do that” and not really any info on HOW I would do things.  My friend and I set through the rest of the meeting.  At the end, she told me to NEVER ask her to do that again.  Also at the end of the meeting, my future director came up and informed me that the meeting would cost $5.  It was to help pay for the room and the cake which was provided by adoptee director.  I was not about to pay for crap I had just sat through and told her so.  ”Oh well,” she said “that’s OK just don’t get any cake.”  She whispered that last part as if I was “getting away” with not paying.  Nice.  There was no cake for me that night.

I hadn’t really planned on attending any more meetings, but my future director was going to become a REAL director.  Since I was the recruit that put her over, she really wanted me at the meeting.  She called and begged me to go.  I went.  This time I sat all the way in the back.  I didn’t sing or dance.  I wasn’t rude or anything.  I just didn’t want to participate, and I felt uncomfortable.  My recruiter, who was up in the front leading the song called out “Look at Erin!!  Haha, she’s too cool to dance!!”  It was so embarrassing.  That was my last meeting.

To be continued with Part 4: My Skin Care Classes and Lack Thereof

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