A Little Ditty About Mary Kay Materialism
This is an email from a director to her team, encouraging the extreme materialism that we see flaunted so often in Mary Kay.
Hello Team!!!
Racing here in the office, working on numbers, meeting people, selling product, signing up new team members…WHEW!
I love this e-mail and wanted to share…
I wanted to let everyone know that I have moved, and to give you my new address. I have moved from Beggars’ Alley located on Poverty Lane at the corner of Bleak and Busted Circle.
As of today, I have a brand new home.
My new address is: Living Well Drive in the Abundance Subdivision, located at the corner of Blessings Street and Thankful Peak. You get there by taking the Praising Him Interstate, which runs North, South, East and West. No Longer will I allow myself to travel on Begging Peter to pay off Paul Route, because it’s located at a dead-end intersection called: I Don’t Have, that crosses Borrowers’ Junction.
I no longer hang out at Failures’ Place near Excuses Avenue, next to Procrastination Mall. I’ve moved on to an upscale community called Higher Heights, with unlimited potential and opportunities for me to Succeed!! Please know that each day that HE awakens me, I am thankful to be a product of my new environment. All of my clothes are MASTER TAILOR-MADE. I am dressed in life’s finest.
Let me introduce you to all of my new neighbors: CONCEIVE IT, BELIEVE IT, ACT ON IT, HAVE FAITH, BE PERSISTENT, AND ALWAYS BE PREPARED TO ACHIEVE IT.
Life is good because: GOD IS GOOD!!!!!
Where do you live?
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