A story that is all too familiar:
I joined Mary Kay because I had been one of the millions of people who had been looking for a job for two years and after many job applications and only a few interviews, I decided to join Mary Kay because I was at the end of my rope.
Well, no one actually talked me into it and I did not hear the “opportunity” story. I just went to the Mary Kay site and put my zip code in. Within a few hours a girl called me and invited me to a “Success Meeting” the next evening. Considering I was very vulnerable at this point (and they knew it) I probably would have signed up for anything.
I sat there and watched this unbelievable meeting with a lot of kissing and hugging and dancing. I sat though a facial and makeover and a lot of fussing. After all this was over I was shown pink shiny rings and told that if I signed the agreement that night a ring would be mine. So…. I signed the agreement.
The sales director made an immediate appointment with me to meet for an orientation at her house the next day. Little did I know that I would be told that I “could order inventory only if I wanted to” but it would be wise if I did considering I would be having lots of parties and taking lots of orders. I told her that I did not have the money and did not want to use my credit card. No problem… I can get you a MK credit card.
So begins my MK career.
I was given a challenge of having 5 skin care classes in my first few weeks. What is a skin care class? I stayed up two nights in a row reading every piece of literature I could find and watching videos that my director recommended to me. Every single success meeting consisted of learning how to encourage women to book classes and recruit. I never learned about the products and had no idea what some of the products actually do. I finally decided that I was tired of driving the 55 miles round trip to these stupid meetings.
Well, here I am five months later and some of my friends are avoiding me because all I ever talk about is MK. No one wants to have another party or do they want to sell MK. I am going to send everything back within the next few weeks and chalk this up to a scary experience. I know that everyone in the MK sisterhood talks about the new friends you make and the wonderful women you meet. I met a lot of women in the same boat as myself: scared, intimated and thinking that they can be millions just by selling MK. I also met some very snobby and annoying sales directors and NSDs.
I am going to get my life back and forget this experience. Maybe it will make me a smarter person.