Recently, my "best" friend since 1st grade and I had a little falling out. It's a story that's too long for this medium, but long story short, she said we no longer had anything in common (read: "I have a kid and you don't, so we can't be friends anymore.) and that we had just grown apart. We later sorta made up and were supposedly "cool", but I guess that was not so true.
When I started into this vacuum business, I told all my friends and family that I needed to use them as guinea pigs to practice on. She jokingly (or so I thought) said not to call her because she already had an awesome and expensive vacuum, and would never consider buying mine. So I jokingly (ok, maybe not totally joking) replied that she owed me because I was the one that threw her first pampered chef party when she started selling it. A week or so later I texted her to see when would be a good time to do my practice show for her, and in very few words (one to be exact, "nope") she let me know that she wouldn't be volunteering her time for me. So I got over it, realized that maybe we're not so "cool" after all, and moved on. Then today I get a message on facebook from her, inviting me to a Mary Kay party that her sister-in-law is throwing to mark the start of her new career. She told me (and a lot of other people that got the mass message, I'm sure) that we should all try to come because her sister-in-law really needed the practice! Can you believe the nerve of this woman? She's supposed to be my BEST friend, yet won't help me out when I need it, and then has the audacity to ask me to help out her sister-in-law!! I'm completely appalled and have no idea how to respond. Do I simply ignore her request, and take the high road, or do I go off on her in a long drawn out facebook message about how unbelievably rude she is, and which part of my body she should put her lips to and blow? I'm not yet sure which road I'll choose, but I do know that I no longer like, or really even know, this woman that my once only friend has become. I guess anyone can fall victim to the whole "growing apart" tragedy that I always used to think was just a lame excuse to quit talking to someone that pissed you off. I used to think that if you really cared about someone, you could make the relationship work, no matter what. But now I see that I may have been wrong, and maybe people really do just grow apart.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Still waiting...
It's been a couple of weeks with the new business venture, and it's not looking so good. I've done several more shows, still for people that I know, and have yet to sell another one. I've had one that was fairly interested in it, just "not right now". I'm so not a salesman. I've never had that thing that allows me to push for the close. I'll tell people about an item, and explain why they "should" get it, but once they say "no" that's the end for me. I just can't get past that point. I hate pushy salespeople, and I don't wanna be one, so I don't push. I guess that's why I don't sell.
Anyway, I've decided to take it easy, and not push myself quite as hard as I have the last couple of weeks. I'm too tired. And I miss my TV! And I miss my evening routine, which makes me feel like I'm a hundred or something, but I can't help it. I like coming home, cooking dinner, playing on facebook, and then crashing in front of the tube for a few hours. I miss it. I don't know how I ever worked two jobs!
The weather has been beautiful here the last few days, so we decided to take advantage of it and put up the x-mas lights on the outside of the house yesterday. This is the first year that my husband and I have done outside lights. I bought them after x-mas last year, and have waited all year to put them up. If only I had known. Our ladder was too short, so we borrowed on from the neighbors. It was kinda old, but sturdy enough. Since I'm the smaller between my husband and I, I get the automatic nomination of being the one to climb. Yippee! I don't have a fear of heights so much as I have a fear of falling from those heights. And when I'm standing on a ladder that is tilted because the yard in front of the house is angled, I get a little panicky. I don't think I can do this, so my husband suggests climbing onto the roof and doing it that way. I could get on the roof from the driveway which is level, and we could use the newer, sturdier ladder. I get to the point where the next step is the roof, and the panic sets in again. What if my feet slide off the roof, or what if I get up but can't get down? Why does the roof look so much steeper from this angle? Needless to say, I ain't gettin on the damn roof! So, before we pay the neighbor's kid to climb up there for us, I try the ladder one more time. This time I am able to hang in there and get the lights up. That is, until, we get to the section of the house that even the tall ladder is too short to reach. After going over the options about how to handle this, we come up with only one possible solution, the neighbor's kid. He's 16 and is always on their roof for the fun of it, so why not? He gladly obliges and comes over to help. I again start to panic while he's dancing around on the roof, getting precariously close to the edge. But he manages to get the lights up without killing himself. But now we're out of lights. When I bought 4 boxes last year, turns out I should've bought more like 6, so the garage is just going to have to go without lights this year. After 3 panic attacks, and about 2 hours of trial and error, we did manage to get the lights up. Now, how we're gonna get them down remains to be seen. Maybe we'll just be the crazy people that leave the lights up all year. I at least understand now why they do that.
Anyway, I've decided to take it easy, and not push myself quite as hard as I have the last couple of weeks. I'm too tired. And I miss my TV! And I miss my evening routine, which makes me feel like I'm a hundred or something, but I can't help it. I like coming home, cooking dinner, playing on facebook, and then crashing in front of the tube for a few hours. I miss it. I don't know how I ever worked two jobs!
The weather has been beautiful here the last few days, so we decided to take advantage of it and put up the x-mas lights on the outside of the house yesterday. This is the first year that my husband and I have done outside lights. I bought them after x-mas last year, and have waited all year to put them up. If only I had known. Our ladder was too short, so we borrowed on from the neighbors. It was kinda old, but sturdy enough. Since I'm the smaller between my husband and I, I get the automatic nomination of being the one to climb. Yippee! I don't have a fear of heights so much as I have a fear of falling from those heights. And when I'm standing on a ladder that is tilted because the yard in front of the house is angled, I get a little panicky. I don't think I can do this, so my husband suggests climbing onto the roof and doing it that way. I could get on the roof from the driveway which is level, and we could use the newer, sturdier ladder. I get to the point where the next step is the roof, and the panic sets in again. What if my feet slide off the roof, or what if I get up but can't get down? Why does the roof look so much steeper from this angle? Needless to say, I ain't gettin on the damn roof! So, before we pay the neighbor's kid to climb up there for us, I try the ladder one more time. This time I am able to hang in there and get the lights up. That is, until, we get to the section of the house that even the tall ladder is too short to reach. After going over the options about how to handle this, we come up with only one possible solution, the neighbor's kid. He's 16 and is always on their roof for the fun of it, so why not? He gladly obliges and comes over to help. I again start to panic while he's dancing around on the roof, getting precariously close to the edge. But he manages to get the lights up without killing himself. But now we're out of lights. When I bought 4 boxes last year, turns out I should've bought more like 6, so the garage is just going to have to go without lights this year. After 3 panic attacks, and about 2 hours of trial and error, we did manage to get the lights up. Now, how we're gonna get them down remains to be seen. Maybe we'll just be the crazy people that leave the lights up all year. I at least understand now why they do that.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
week 1 in the books
After one week in the vacuum sales business, I have done two shows, and sold one vacuum! One for two aint half bad. Of course, I wasn't doing the pitch, because I was still training, and my next three shows by myself are going to be to my family, whom I know can't even afford a poster of this thing to hang on the wall, much less the vacuum itself. So after this week, I'll probably be one for 5, but whatever. The funniest part of all this, is that business has finally started to pick up at my semi-real job. I worked 4 days last week, and this week is shaping up to be all 5. I was planning on doing the selling thing on my days off, but now I don't have any days off. Sounds like a line from an Alanis song. Ironic. So now I'm exhausted, and have no free time, and haven't been able to watch my beloved TV in over a week! This sucks. I just hope that I end up selling a shit ton of these things, or will definitely not have been worth it. But I guess we'll just have to wait and see...
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