Funny how life goes in a full circle.
Many of you know my direct sales journey–I started with lia sophia 12 years ago, rode that roller coaster to the top in 2012, left January of 2013 to go to a jewelry company in Canada, only to have lia sophia sue me and others for leaving (despite having no non-compete, and not breaking our agreement at all). We prevailed–the lawsuit ended in May. We didn’t do anything wrong, which was backed up by every legal decision, and we went on our merry way…until the company was abruptly closed 10 days into the fall catalog, with no warning, and no rhyme nor reason to that decision. I have my theories what happened, and I am sure if you have followed what happened with lia sophia “closing” and their subsequent legal actions towards another jewelry company trying to start up, you will be able to figure it out yourself.
Nonetheless, I went through the legal nightmare at Simply You with a fellow lia friend, Kathy Gittleman. Many, many hours were spent on the phone, lamenting about the latest legal papers delivered that morning, instead of being able to focus on building our businesses (which was part of their strategy). Trust me, when you get a restraining order Filed against you for posting a picture of your cat sleeping in your jewelry bag on FB, it’s all pretty damned frivolous.
Anyway, Kathy and I were together in Toronto picking out jewelry for the Spring 2014 catalog–it was going to be amazing. We had just finished up after six hours of whittling it down from over 300 pieces to 120 pieces, when we were called into the Board Room and “fired” and told the company was closed.
In shock, we both flew home to our respective states. Kathy went on with another jewelry company, and I took a month sabbatical before starting with Mia.
Eight months or so later, Kathy called me and told me about this company that was starting up. The parent company is Stella and Dot, and we both loved that company, thought their marketing was amazing, and their quality is top notch as well. It was kind of like charm bracelets, she told me, so fun, you can customize it, blah, blah, blah. To be honest, I was engrossed in my Mia-nightmare, and just wanting OUT of any direct sales. She even had the CEO of the company reach out to me, and I politely declined. She sent me a catalog, which was in the magazine bin next to my toilet in my bathroom for the past 6 months.
In the meantime, I started doing my art full-time, and as I am sure 99% of you DON’T know, I also joined Stella and Dot. I do love their jewelry, and I love their marketing and their immediate shipping. GREAT COMPANY. However, with that being said, my husband and I had numerous discussions about NOT getting into it like I had with lia. I was growing my art business, so I would ONLY do online parties for my friends once a month, and NOT NOT NOT get sucked into all the competitive crap I had been in with lia. Once I flip that switch, and get competitive, it’s over for me–I had no life for 8 years with lia, and we were not going back to that.
A month ago, Kathy contacted me–she was in the top three in personal sales in KEEP Collective (the charm bracelet company she joined–the division of Stella and Dot). PERSONAL sales, not team sales, and that was so out of the box for Kathy, and something I TOTALLY RESPECT. I know how hard it is to be at the top of a company in PERSONAL sales, all the sacrifices you make, etc. And I respect that. Kathy asked if I would do a KEEP party for her to help her hit #1. Honestly, I had NONE of the jewelry, didn’t care to have any of it…but I respected her drive, and said yes.
I found it odd that none of it cliqued with me before–I had ALWAYS loved charm bracelets. I had one growing up–got charms for every accomplishment…if you look closely below, you will see some for my forensics medals (I was so cool), when I got my black belt, and my first wedding (ugh).
Over the years, I had some crazy charm bracelet obsessions–this one weighs a ton!
And of course, my hundreds of Pandora charms, that cost as much as probably a boat…
SO, I had this party for Kathy, and just half-heartedly watched as my friends were having her design bracelets for them. And them I started paying more and more attention–people who DIDN’T usually like jewelry were really getting into this. And when they got their stuff two days after ordering, they were posting pictures all excited about them, and saying how they needed more right away.
Hmmmmmm. Then I went to a monthly meeting I have, and two of my friends who ordered had brought their bracelets (and a watch) along, and I was SHOCKED at how wonderful the quality was–and how much nicer it all looked in person. I decided then that I was going to do this.
I just really like the creativity, and the ability to change it out depending on your mood. Even when I was with lia, I would rarely wear their regular-line jewelry, as I hated wearing what everyone else wore. You’d never see me in their top-selling pieces, only Red Carpet, in my quest to not be the same as everyone else. KEEP allows you to be totally different, change it out, customize, and play with it to suit your mood that day.
Going to a badger game?
Involved in animal rescue?
Um, are a crazy cat lady?
The possibilities are endless!
So, there you have it. I am still going to do my art full-time. I started direct sales to give me the ability to pursue my art, and I am not walking away from that, but I also miss interacting with creatures other than my cats and dogs every day! For ten years, I was never home, because I was in everyone else’s homes doing parties, and now I went to the other extreme of being cloistered in my studio/house and not seeing anyone else the past 6 months. In an attempt for a happy medium, I am going to give this a try!
For right now, with a few exceptions, I am sticking to doing ONLINE socials. I think this line is PERFECT for online, and I have to say, sadly, I think that is the direction direct sales is going. People have too much on their plate to leave their homes to go to parties, it seems, and to a certain extent, they like not being pressured, and feel less so by shopping online. I don’t necessarily like that, as I am a people person, but I GET IT. I recently went to an in-home party, and *I* felt pressured within five minutes of being there, and it put me in a mood. In fact, I do need to write about that experience, because frankly, it is situations like that that is killing the industry, I feel.
But with KEEP, people put in requests to have the designer make bracelets, necklaces, and watches with their ideas on it, and the designer posts a picture. You like it, or you don’t. If you don’t, you ask to make changes. Easy peasy! It really isn’t something you “have to see” in person, unlike if you are spending $89 on a necklace, you kind of want to see it in person before making that commitment. It was fun to watch Kathy post pictures for people and over the course of a couple days, they liked it, ordered it, and then posted the picture of them wearing it, already making plans to add to it as well. I loved the excitement, and wanted to be part of that.
Before I even announced I was joining, three people from my party wanted to join, and were shocked that I was considering it as well. I think people just see this a “fun”–as do I.
Feel free to check it out at keep-collective.com/soc/8ql38
Would love to hear your feedback on this. For those who know me, you can be rest assured that I will be posting some VERY INTERESTING bracelet combos on my FB pages in the coming weeks!
Over a dozen years ago, I left a six-figure corporate job to do direct sales full-time. I was very successful with the company for nearly 10 years, finishing #1 in the entire country at their 2012 conference. I thought I would do direct sales forever.
Back when I was in the industry full-force, totally drinking the Kool-Aid so to speak, a really good friend of mine asked me what I was doing in this new career. I told him, and he replied, “Oh, you throw those ‘screw your neighbor’ parties.” I went on and on trying to explain to him that it’s not that way, his perception is wrong, and wrote it off to him being a guy and not understanding.
Well, fast forward many years later. This friend and I met for lunch to discuss a potential job I am interviewing for tomorrow. (GASP. Yes.) He asked why I left my last company. To be honest, that subject can, and probably will, fill dozens of upcoming blogs. I have never been with such a horrible company in my life, and never had a worse experience. Three days into it, I wanted to quit, and in retrospect, I should have. They had the most bizarre culture, and were so blatantly dishonest, it was mind-blowing. Unfortunately, I had this mentality that I brought 40 women in with me, and I was responsible for trying to make things right, or at least tolerable, for them. To quote my husband, who in turn, always quotes Felix Sabates of NASCAR, “You can’t buff a turd.” No, no you can’t. Don’t waste the time trying.
To put it in perspective, I would tell friends I would go work for the owners of the company who sued me and made my life a living hell in 2013, before I would go back and ever work with the owners of my last direct selling company. At least the owners of the first company were business-savvy, had a track record, and last I checked, didn’t have a DVD available for sale on a porno site with the wife in it. (Yes, I said it, and yes, it’s a fact. I even ordered it. And like everything they did, it was lame and a total waste of time and money. Thankfully, I ordered it from Amazon for $3.00, if that tells you anything…but I digress….)
So, during this lunch conversation, my friend said he thought that maybe there was an abundance of sleazy people in direct sales, because of the whole nature of the business itself. I don’t necessarily agree with that–I can think of a couple companies off the top of my head that I think has a great leadership team, and good reputation–Thirty-One Gifts and Stella & Dot come to mind. I also have a great friend who works for Wines For Humanity, and she raves about the owner, whom she works directly with, so let’s throw them in there as well. I am sure there are many more that I am just not familiar with, but I can tell you, the companies I have looked at recently all just give off a “sleazy vibe.”
There seems to be an abundance of new companies lately, and maybe it’s my recent experiences, but when I see pictures of them at their conferences, or in rallies at hotels, my skin crawls a bit.
I was at dinner with my husband on Friday, discussing all of this and asking his input. My husband is the Director of Sales and Marketing for a $100,000,000+ a year company, and even though I rip on him in my personal blog, I do respect his business opinions. (Not enough to NOT do my last company…he spoke to the owner before I joined, and was NOT impressed, and told me to do whatever I wanted, but if he had his say, he’d steer me far away from that company. Yes, it goes into the “should have listened to my husband once” category. I can admit it.)
My husband is a very blunt person and said, “What do you expect from companies that don’t care about their brand?”
I had no idea where he was going with it. He explained that only in direct sales, can ANYONE just join a company. The company loses all control over who is representing their brand, and how they are doing it.
Would you go to a restaurant where any random person can walk in and cook your meal, or take your order? Certainly not. You’d want someone who went through a vetting process, and subsequent training with the company.
With direct sales, you can go on a website, plunk in your credit card number, and represent a brand. It’s odd.
I argued with my husband and said many women will point out how wonderful the direct sales industry is, that it is all-inclusive, ANYONE can do it. That’s true. But as a company, do you really want ANYONE to be able to sell your goods, train your incoming sales people, and represent your company any way they want to?
When I first started with the jewelry company that closed their doors, cough cough, but are still selling online, much to the chagrin of the sales force that all became unemployed right before Christmas, I ended up having a teammate under me who would do parties, ONLY take cash or checks (red flag) and never turn in the parties, and pocket 100% of the money, instead of the 30% she would have gotten legitimately. She was eventually not allowed to represent the company anymore, but she was able to go to any other direct sales company’s web site, put in her credit card number, and play her game all over again.
We wouldn’t feel comfortable going into a hair salon and having some lady who just showed up and decided she was going to be a “stylist” that day come near you with a bottle of color and a scissors, but we think it’s fine with direct sales to do that every night, in our friend’s houses.
To go back to my husband’s point…it’s hard to take certain businesses seriously when anyone can decide to be the jewelry lady, the cookware lady, the makeup lady, and not have to do any specific training or pass some test before they can go out and rep your brand. Even if you are the best customer in the world for that company, you still aren’t necessarily qualified to sell it or advise others. I frequent several restaurants often–but have no idea how to cook.
It cheapens your brand, and your reputation by allowing any Tina, Dora, or Harriett to plop down $99 bucks and join your company. You wouldn’t like to deal that way in any other area of your life, so why is it acceptable in direct sales?Read More
On September 10th, 2013, after a full day of picking out the new line jewelry for the Spring 2014 catalog, I was totally unexpectedly called into a conference room with a bunch of very serious-looking faces who wouldn’t make eye contact with me, and told that effective immediately, the company was closing it’s doors. No reasons were given, no advance warning. Just DONE. And the driver is waiting to take you back to the airport for a flight that was cancelled and you will be stuck in Canada, freaking out until some fancy footwork and phone calls are made.
That was how my direct sales journey ended with a jewelry company.
So, as everyone knows, a big direct sales jewelry company announced they were closing their doors a couple days ago. They gave their advisors basically a month notice.
I know many leaders saw it coming, and have been making arrangements for a Plan B for months. I am torn on that. On one hand, it’s a totally responsible move to make sure you have a game plan in place, and a way to continue to support your family. However, what if the company had not closed? Talking to your downline and trying to rally the troops to come along with you is a violation of your contract, and frankly, something that many people have been sued for and crucified by the same leaders for doing in the past. (For the record, I was *NOT* sued for that.)
There is also the train of thought that had these leaders focused on their current business, instead of looking for the next one, they could have “saved” the company. I have to be honest and fair here…I respect the people who were giving 110% at the end to try to do that, but I honestly don’t think it would have made a difference, and in the same boat, I am not sure I wouldn’t have been trying to do BOTH–I always give 110%, but I think I would have also been looking at a Plan B.
Nonetheless, everyone is scrambling now. Having been though this a year ago, I feel for them. I had no Plan B because I was blindsided. I also came home to a very supportive husband who insisted I take a whole month off and decompress from the events of the past year (working 60-80 hour weeks, a nasty lawsuit, and several life-changing events). He told me to grab my kayak, hit the lakes, and ignore everything for a month.
Easier said than done.
First, literally by the time my plane from Canada had landed, I had 47 messages from other direct sellers telling me “how they felt for me, am here for me, and have this opportunity that they’d be doing me a disservice for not sharing with me.”
Let me tell you something. Every woman who lost her job sees right through what you are doing. You are being a vulture, acting with no class, and ruining any chance of someone really good joining your team. The fake “sistah-hood” act is so transparent. You might as well just message them and say, “It sucks that you lost your job. You are really good, and I want you on my team for the over-ride you will produce for me.” I would have respected that more, to be honest.
Another tip…as a direct seller with another company, don’t post on your Facebook wall, “OMG. I just heard about company XYZ closing. I feel so awful for all my fellow direct-selling sistahs. Please know I am here for you.” Hello…you look like a troll wrapped up in insincere concern. Again, you think you look like you are being “caring and sympathetic” but in reality, the people who just lost their jobs know you are fishing for recruits. You honestly just make yourself look bad.
If you are good at what you do, and would be a good leader, people already know what you do for a living. You should be talking about it regularly, you should have a reputation, so people will know if they want to hear more about what you do, they can ask you. Don’t look like a huckster thinking you have to do so or you will lose out on a good opportunity.
To put it in perspective…if your best friend’s husband was suddenly killed, and you always thought she’d be a great match for your brother, do you go up to her at the casket in the receiving line and say, “Oh Suzy, I feel for you. This is awful. I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention that I think you and my brother would make a great couple and you should check him out”? Of course not. You would be totally classless. You need to give someone the chance to mourn, and the grace of space. Same applies here. These women are suffering a different kind of death, and the last thing they need is anyone pushing something new on them. When they are ready, they will let you know.
I don’t think there is anything wrong with just saying, “Hey, I heard the news…it sucks. You know what I do, and when the time comes when you are looking for something else, please know I’d love to chat.” None of the phony-baloney, “I’m there for you. Anything you need…blah blah blah.” Right now, they need money to pay for their kids Christmas presents. You going to give them that? No. You want them to spend money they might not have right now to come make money for you. Bottom line. So, be sincere and classy–people will respect you a lot more.
It’s times like this that brings out the worse in direct sales and sellers. Please do your part to not contribute to the stereotypes of our profession.
I debated writing this. I fantasized about this day for over a year now. Some may think that is horrible, but until you have been in my shoes, you would not understand.
I thought when it actually happened, I would secretly be doing the happy dance. I am not. It’s strange to be past that feeling.
What am I talking about?
The business I left in January of 2013 just announced they are closing their doors in 60 days. To me, they are like Voldemort, in the Harry Potter movies–”The company that shall not be named”.
But you all know who I am talking about.
I am not going to go off on a big tangent about this. I feel horrible for several people who genuinely are still my friends, and didn’t join the “Joyce Foy is the devil” bandwagon when I left. They were friends with ME, not the money I brought in to them. I am grateful for their continued friendship, and am sad they are out of a job.
I do hope people learned, discovered empathy for others, and maybe a little humility through this.
For example, the gal who used to be one of my best friends, who recently was bragging on a Facebook page how she and another former bestie of mine “brought Simply You down”. You just can’t go around saying things like that and not have it bite you at some point. Be grateful you got a 60 day notice. We didn’t even get a 60 second notice.
Or all the leaders at the leader conference last year in Disneyland, who thought it was hilarious when the “Fairy Godmother” said, “You wished for Simply You to be closed…and BOOP…it’s closed.” Really funny to relish in others losing their jobs, isn’t it? Not if you have class, it isn’t.
I am so glad a chapter in my life is closing, literally, and I can mentally move past it all now. That is how I honestly feel. I never have to look back and wonder if I made a mistake in leaving. I didn’t. Had I stayed, it would have bought me a year-plus in employment at the same place, but I would have been wondering when the doors were closing every day since they cancelled their national conference in summer.
I learned who my “true” friends were–and that was the most painful lesson of all. I learned that the “sistah-hood” in direct sales is a big farce, and only extends to as long as you can help someone, by either making them money by being in their downline, or sharing business tips. I am not going to lie–learning that lesson had me in tears many more times than I would care to admit.
So, now they are all scrambling, making deals with companies to bring as much of their downline along as possible. And they get to enjoy doing so without a company threatening to sue them, suing them, serving subpeonas to their underaged son, and telling everyone that they can have no contact with them and besmirching their names in the industry.
Welcome to my world last year–to those who reveled in it happening to me, and my gals last September 10th, karma truly is a bitch.
To those who were empathetic, and reached out to me, and wished me the best, I wish nothing but the best for you as well. I was going to say I can’t imagine being in your shoes, but I can. Been there, done that, got the stupid t-shirt…and survived. And you will too. Much love, respect and all the best to you.
Okay, I know I have a lot of friends who are direct sellers as friends and I would like your thoughts. I was going to blog about this upcoming question the past two weeks, and of course got sidetracked with life (son going to college and parties!).
I have done several parties in the past couple months where there is a seller for another direct sales company as a guest at the party ( I DO NOT DO JOINT PARTIES–PERIOD. That is another topic for another day). Again, as a guest.
I have had two parties recently where the direct seller LITERALLY passed out THEIR CATALOG at the table after I finished my presentation. I was FLOORED. The first one shocked me–the gal had been selling for 2 weeks, and maybe was not well-versed on direct-selling etiquette. The second one was a veteran, and to be blunt, was just being tacky and trying to hi-jack the party, in my opinion.
I know I talk a good game, so you all are probably wondering what I did in each situation, and are assuming I called them out in the open or pulled them aside and asked them to stop. NOPE. Again, I talk a good game, but I sat on the side and continued to enter orders and help customers, give the direct seller the stick eye and stewed all night.
One of them said she would “trade parties with me”, and I declined and told her I had a good friend who sold her product already and I only do parties with her, and to be honest, I didn’t like how she did business. She asked me what I was talking about, and I told her it was direct sales 101 that you do NOT take your catalog out and pass it around at another person’s party. I explained to her that I am the one who has expenses into the party, I did the invites, paid for postage, etc. and it is totally gauche to piggy-back onto someone else’s livelihood. She disagreed. Well, that is fine, but don’t think I didn’t remember her name, and when someone invites me to a party for that company, the first thing I will do is check to see if she is the advisor or not. And, if any says, “Hey, I want to have an XXX (no pun intended…although now you can guess the company) Party”, her name will not be the one I pass on as a good person to book with.
On another note, I had a party last week where there were two direct sellers (for competing companies) and no one would have even known they sold other things had I not mentioned it in my presentation (their products personalize as well, and I tied it in with Mia’s personalization and talked about how people love it from all three of our companies). These women both respected that it was a MIA PARTY, and didn’t say boo about their products. You can bet if anyone asks me for consultant recommendations from either of their companies, I would totally pass their names along.
It’s always a slippery slope if you are a guest at a party, and someone asks what you do. I personally always tell people, “This is so-and-so’s party. I am FB friends with them, so tomorrow, if you want to find me on FB and message me, I will send you info.”
Here’s my personal opinion–no sale or booking is worth stepping on another direct seller’s toes or being perceived as hi-jacking or being pushy. I know it’s hard to believe (and you won’t believe it unless you are one of my personal customers or hostesses), but I am beyond laid-back at my parties, and NEVER EVER PUSH. And outside of my parties, I personally rarely talk about my business. I never wanted to be looked at as the crazy uncle at family gatherings who everyone avoids because he sells insurance and is always pushing people to get insurance from him. Or, the makeup lady who everyone avoids because she is constantly pushing them to “have a facial” with her line of products. You all know who I am talking about. I think that is the culture of that particular company. (To be fair, a really good friend of mine sells for that company and never ever pushes, and only talks about it if you ask her. You can bet any time I want products from that company, SHE is the one I call.)
Where do you stand on it? How do you handle it when you are at another direct seller’s party and you are asked what you do? Or if you overhear someone talking about an issue that your product can help them with? I have had that happen as well–if someone is talking about psoriasis, in theory, some would say I am not doing my business justice if I don’t mention I have this amazing body butter that is great for it, and pull a sample packet out of my purse for them. However, I don’t carry samples OR business cards even (Bad Joyce…but again, I am “off the clock” and don’t live, eat, breathe, pee, poop and puke my business anymore.)
So give me some insight. What do you do? What do you think is acceptable or unacceptable for another direct seller to do a someone else’s party? I’d love your feedback!Read More
Okay, time for a funny one–I’ve been way too serious lately.
So, two years ago, I showed up for a jewelry party, and I could tell right away it was going to be “one of those.” I had no idea it was going to be the worst “one of those” parties I ever did. Or actually DIDN’T do…because I packed it up and left.
So, I never really “met” this hostess at length. She crashed her neighbor’s outside party (she apparently wasn’t invited–that should have been a sign). She ran over on to the deck when I was setting up, and said she couldn’t stay (again, not invited) but wanted to book a party. Okay, bookings are hard to come by in summer–I was happy for this random, unexpected one.
She booked it for three weeks later and went on her way.
She was “one of those” who never did a guest list, was not on Facebook, never replied to phone calls, emails or texts, and I assumed the party was a no-go. Nope, she replied the afternoon of her party date that she was having the party, and she’d see me in a couple hours. She went into some long blah blah blah about some family drama, and that is why she had been out of touch (I should have listened more closely to it…I am sure it was a wingdinger).
So, I arrived at her house, she and her daughter met me out in the driveway. The daughter was 13, and acting really strange. She had a big brace on her leg–and when I asked her what happened, she told me “Nothing, I just like to wear this.” Um, okay.
I started to unload my car and the hostess told me we’d be doing the party in the basement as it was cooler and she had no air conditioning in the house. I glanced at the house, and saw the windows were BLACKED OUT. Like PAINTED BLACK. I should have bailed then. I told the hostess if it was downstairs, I would need help carrying my showcases down then. She told me NO, she had a stroke and couldn’t help. Okay, well, I had a mini-stroke as well, and that is why I always asked for help getting my cases up and down steep stairs as my balance is off. That ended up being a blessing in disguise, because I could make a quick getaway.
So, I grabbed a show bag that had three “must-have trays” of jewelry, and went downstairs.
The hostess had a card table and two folding chairs set up in the hallway of the basement. FOR THE PARTY. Um, expecting a big crowd? UGH.
I started setting up. The creepy “let’s wear a leg brace for fun” daughter sat down at an organ that was at the end of the hall, and started playing CHRISTMAS MUSIC. In JULY.
She’d get to a certain spot in the song, screw up, and jump up screaming and swearing. Then she’d sit down, start all over, get to the same spot in the creepy Christmas song (I don’t like Christmas music in December, much less July), screw up, scream, and swear. Occasionally, she’d grab a can of Febreze and start spraying it all over. I was waiting for her to start yelling “REDRUM” and I was leaving.
That didn’t happen, but close to it.
She went over to her mom (who was acting strange and sitting on one of the two folding chairs staring at me) and sprayed her IN THE FACE with the Febreze. Her mom yelled at her, and she screamed something and went back to the creepy Christmas song on the organ.
Then, the mom banged on a door that was behind her and screamed, “Get out of there! I know what you are doing–I am trying to have a party and you have been in there long enough!”
Good lord…what the hell is in there? I asked her. BIG MISTAKE. She replied, “My oldest daughter has been in there for house and I know she is masturbating.”
At this point, between whatever is behind the door four feet from me and the “creepy Christmas carol on the organ kid”, I was about done. My phone had no signal in this lady’s basement, which also bugged me, but I could get on her wifi. I started messaging a friend of mine what was going on, and telling her to message my husband about it. She thought it was hilarious. Me–not so much.
Then the grandma showed up. To this day, I wish I had snuck a picture of her outfit. Picture this…first, she was a very rotund woman…wearing capris, but the capris had RUFFLES all over them–like you see on the butt of some baby outfits. Layers and layers of ruffles. A–NOT SLENDERIZING. B–Not a good look on an old lady’s saddlebags. Strangest pair of pants I ever did see.
She came right over to me and started yelling at me that some ring (Savvy ring, for those in the know) that she bought at a party a year ago had tarnished. I nicely explained to her that the guarantee was between her and the company, I hadn’t sold it to her, don’t have access to her receipt, and to contact the company or the rep she had purchased from. That is not necessarily how I would usually handle something like that, but I didn’t care at that point. This was not going to be a qualifying show, I had no plans on seeing these people ever again, and I was at about my limit of being nice.
At that point, the freaky leg-brace “Christmas music on the organ kid” ran up and sprayed Febreze in the mom and grandma’s face and started screaming swears. (Thank God this was before I had my conceal carry, thinking back on this, not sure I would have been able to contain myself). The grandma yelled at the girl to “watch her mouth”.
The girl replied that they all need to “Shut the **** up or she was going to run upstairs, get a baseball bat and beat them to death.”
Alrighty…I quickly messaged that to my friend and told her to REALLY tell my husband what was going on, in case I disappeared.
I should also note that the older sister was still in the bathroom, doing “whatever.”
I like to joke around, and I have ZERO tolerance for snotty kids. I looked at the girl and asked how old she was. She replied very snottily that she was 13. I said, “If my 13 year old son ever talked to me that way, he’d lose every privilege he had–no iPod, no TV, no computer…nothing except a bed and three meals a day.”
She replied…get ready for this… “YOU shut the **** up or I will get the baseball beat, beat you to death and then chop you up in tiny pieces and eat you.”
Um, DONE. DONE, DONE, DONE.
I packed my stuff up, handed catalogs to the mom and grandma and said I was going home to enjoy a night with my family, and to call if they have anything they want to order.
The hostess seemed shocked, “You are not going to do your spiel?”
Um…not a chance in hell am I spending one more second in this loony bin.
I got out of there in record speed, and I was barely out of the driveway, and my husband called. He started laughing hysterically and said, “So rough party tonight–a weirdo kid playing Christmas songs on the organ and another one masturbating in the bathroom?”
I FLIPPED OUT, and started screaming at him that I don’t make enough money to tolerate freaks, told him that the girl threatened to beat me to death and eat me, and said he had better be grateful for me walking into crap like that to bring money home for our family. I was in total hysterics, screaming like a crazy woman at him.
He told me to calm down, come home…and wisely, he had a glass of wine waiting for me.
Ironically, the hostess did scrape together over $250 in orders. She told me she wanted to do another party. Um, no. Not a chance in hell. Not even one I’d book and dovetail to ANYONE on my team. Not happening. There were a couple ladies on my team who I absolutely could not stand (Ironically, I think they are the only two still selling)–and I wouldn’t even send them into that situation.
I did call the past hostess and ask her why she didn’t come to the party. She said that she found them to be “odd” and that she was busy. Then she told me she was having the youngest daughter (Christmas carol freak girl) watch her dog when they were out of town next week.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”, I yelled. And filled her in on the girl’s behavior. I’d like to think I probably saved that dog’s life.
So, officially the worse party ever, and for future reference, if I show up and the windows are all painted black–not going in. PERIOD.
This morning, I received many phone calls from women concerned about recent events at their companies, and their concerns about what they should be doing. Several of them have been looking at other options, and others have not, because they feel like doing so is conceding that their current situation will not be successful. They said that they feel like traitors even talking to anyone else at another company.
Let me ask you all a simple question: When you fly on an airplane, and the flight attendant goes through the pre-flight safety information, do you put your fingers in your ears and say “La la la la la, I can’t hear you”, because listening to them is a concession that you WILL crash and need a back up plan? Of course not! You don’t wait for the plane to crash and then learn how to use your cushion as a flotation device, or where the emergency exits are. You listen to the information, hoping you don’t need it, but storing it away in your memory in case you do.
Last September 10th, 2013, I was totally blind-sided when the company I worked at was unexpectedly closed. Trust me when I tell you, if there was ANY inkling it would be happening, I would have been one of the first to know. I had FORTY SIX parties booked between September 11th and October 31st. A new catalog had come out TEN DAYS earlier, so to say I was absolutely not expecting it would be an understatement. I had just spent the whole morning/early afternoon finalizing the jewelry line-up for the Spring 2014 catalog.
I was called into a board room and blindsided with the news. I got on a plane to fly home and had NO IDEA what I was going to tell my 46 hostesses. I had no Plan B. It never crossed my mind that I needed one.
You can bet, if I had ANY clue it would happen, I would have had a Plan B in place to transition those 46 hostesses to, instead of having to inform them the company they booked with was closed, I had nothing else lined up, and I was taking a month off to see what I wanted to do with my life.
I was in the fortunate position of having an incredibly supportive husband who saw that I had been working nearly around the clock for the previous 8+ months with this company, not to mention 60+ hour weeks for the past several years at my previous company, and he pretty much insisted I take a month off and not worry about money, hostesses, customers, etc. Nonetheless, if I knew then what I knew now, I would have researched every direct selling company I had a vague interest in, and would have had some back-up plan to go to immediately. I lost several good hostesses by letting that month go by. Had I had something else to transition their party to, instead of asking them to schedule a new one once I landed on my feet somewhere, I have no doubt the majority of the parties would have stuck. As it was, about two thirds of them did, but I still fixate on the one third that got away. Off the top of my head, I can still name three ladies who had parties scheduled with me, who I talk to often, but I can’t get them to “reschedule”.
If you have any warning signs that the company you are with is in some kind of transition, it’s not being negative, it’s not conceding failure and it’s not disloyal to line up a Plan B. It’s smart business. Even if you claim to have tuned out the flight attendants, I know you know where the exits are, you know where the air mask will drop from, and you know to use your seat as a flotation device. And knowing that is not conceding your plane will crash. It’s being prepared. Same thing.Read More