Mary Kay Lady Caught Up in the Make-Up

I was the worst Mary Kay lady ever.

I got orders correct and gave each customer a free gift with their purchase, but believe me, I was bad. I would have never earned the pink Caddy. Heck, I would have never earned my junked 1987 Ford Escort. Why?

Two reasons: My heart wasn't in the sell, and I broke the first rule of beauty sales — I got high on my own supply.

I had a jones for Age-Fighting Moisturizer. I craved Private Spa Embrace Dreams. The bottles, vials and jars that filled my modest apartment called to me in my sleep. I wanted my normal-to-dry skin to be as smooth as baby cherry tomatoes. I wanted to reverse the signs of age, unclog my pores and revitalize my skin.

Suddenly I was addicted to cosmetics, and it was nothing like Robert Palmer's song Addicted to Love. It was more like the NWA song Dopeman.

"To be a dope man boy you must qualify," then NWA member Ice Cube sang. "Don't get high off your own supply."

Makeup breakup frees former Mary Kay junkie

Comments

[Jerry]

This is rather funny... I had the same kind of problem with selling chocolate turtles for a fundraiser in 6th grade.
Perhaps the best insurance against this type of issue is not to get hooked in the first place. But HOW do you not eat the chocolate turtles?
Jerry
www.leads4insurance.com

[MikkiB]

They call that a Personal Use Consultant, many have signed up to use the product at a discount.