Written by PinkPeace
Our friends. I have made/re-ignited real friendships in the real world, once I didn’t have to worry about hanging out only with “positive” people and trying to recruit every new person I met.
Make-up stashes. Mine consisted of the limited edition crap I couldn’t sell to my customers. Now I have I want without all the junk I couldn’t find in my conscience to throw away.
Customers. Almost all of my customers that I care about are so happy for me in my new life, and we make plans for lunches together, we e-mail each other, etc. On the other hand, I get to say SO LONG to the deadbeats and the ones who return seven shades of foundation before they decide that Mary Kay just isn’t for them.
Cars. Two words: car copays.
Unit, unit names, unit pins, flags/signs we used at career conference to find our unit members. Four words: pain in the a$$. I loved my women, but I hated trying to motivate them every week (here’s a free tip: you can’t motivate anyone to do anything). I hated trying to think of new ways to build “unit-y” when I just didn’t care that much myself anymore.
Director meetings. Two hours of comparing myself to other women, hiding my problems in order not to appear negative, feeling superior when I was recognized for a unit accomplishment and feeling like an insect when I had a bad month, listening to the latest flash in the pan gush on and on about how she was on-target for Cadillac (and wondering where she was six months later), hearing about yet ANOTHER sure-fire guest night/recruiting script/consistency club, etc. that wouldn’t work. Gee, why wouldn’t I miss that?
Endless phone calls. And endless family interruptions, long-distance bills, and consultants who think you are a therapist.
Production tracking sheets. Months of staring at numbers that will never add up, no matter how hard you work.
UnitNet sites. Those hideous, designed-by-a schizophrenic kindergartner UnitNet sites. In my case, I had my own domain, and I had to personally keep it updated. What a pain! Did anyone ever really visit my site? Yes – other directors who wanted to use my handouts!
Our meeting agendas, interviews, inventory talks, debuts. GAAAKKK! SuzyQ, you are making me feel better and better about leaving directorship and MK! 11 years of trying to make a unit meeting fresh, trying to convince a warm body that MK is just PERFECT for her, rationalizing why the only real option for a new consultant is a “full store,” taking a whole Sunday afternoon to do a debut for 4 people instead of watching a football game with my husband . . . now that I’m out, I can’t believe I did all that for so long.
Christmas gifts from the company. Oh my god, all I can say is, asparagus. Directors, you know what I’m talking about.
Director suits. All I can say is “smurf suit.” And directors, you know what I’m talking about.
Early ordering/support packages/etc. Whatever. The more the product line deteriorates, the less I have any desire to see it at all, much less early.
Yes, it’s all gone, and I’m not depressed, I’m elated! What directors really miss is a sense of being special and superior to others. But if they can ever see what it really costs them, they come to realize they have been played by the company, and the only one coming out on top is Richard Rogers.
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