Written by The Scribbler
I used to work with a bubbly, perky 20-something in our church nursery. She and I laughed together, chit-chatted together, and I thought it could be the beginnings of a terrific friendship. She invited me out for coffee and said she wanted to get to know me better. “How nice!” I thought.
But in the back of my brain I recalled that she was into MK. When I met this gal for coffee, she was decked out in full MK regalia, right down to the shiny black high heels and fashionably tied pink scarf, her bag o’ tricks spread out on the table in front of her.
I sat down, and as I was about to engage in the type of conversation that one would when getting to know a friend, she whips out the Starter Kit Pamphlets.
“Are there any questions you have about Mary Kay?” she chirps with a grin that would rival that of the Joker.
I’m irritated by this, because clearly this whole cafe meeting isn’t about making a new friend after all. I feel betrayed. On the upside of all this, I’ve done my homework, so I figure I’ll see if she faithfully follows her script. Heck, she paid for my java, so I might as well enjoy it.
“I got a question. Doesn’t it bother you to know that in order to reach NSD (her ultimate goal, big shocker there), you have to recruit people along the way?”
She looks at me as if I’d just turned into Satan. “I don’t recruit,” she said quickly.
“You’d have to or you wouldn’t be a Director now,” I replied. I recited the first three ranks of the MK hierarchy and the recruits required for each. “Maybe it’s just me, but I don’t think I could sleep at night knowing my ultimate success depended on pulling other people in with me. I mean, what if you’re throwing someone else’s true life dream off course by yanking them into Mary Kay?”
She stared at me a long time before her phone rattled the silence. She quickly accepted the call, covered the receiver, and mouthed to me, “Thanks for coming!”
I left the pamphlets in the same stack she’d arranged them in. Man, talk about an abrupt send-off; you’d think I had the flesh-eating bacteria or something.
Now given all that, when I worked with this lass in the nursery this Sunday, she was NOT the same bubbly, cheery girl she was before I’d gone to coffee with her. She was quite distant, forcing a laugh here and there but for the most part, keeping her distance and not looking me in the eye much. Something was verrry different and for me, it hurt.
Anybody else had that happen to them… had a person in your life you thought was a friend but once the MK Pesticide was introduced (and you told them you weren’t interested/challenged the system) they promptly tossed you aside like a freshly-filled diaper? If so, how did you handle it, or did you handle it at all? Maybe this gal is mad because I called her out on her pink lies, but still, it is a terrible shame to see this happen.
In the years following this encounter, the gal divorced her husband, turned down my invites to her for casual lunches (she would cite “work” as the reason; yay for family/friends second and career third!) and lost her directorship not once, but TWICE. Her mother was also in Mary Kay and was sitting at Senior Sales Director for quite some time, but then got demoted down to entry-level Sales Director (SD). Sounds like the family needs to brush up on their recruiting tactics.