Sunday, September 24, 2006
..that I'll never get back. Yesterday morning I went to a Mary Kay "Muffins and Makeovers" thing. Normally, I would have no desire to go to some overly made-up, Nip/Tucked, rich woman's house in McLean, but this woman was relentless. She had an event at my hotel a few months ago, and as a "thank-you"* she and another overly made-up woman** showed up at our office with gift certificates. All we had to do was fill out some info and we'd get some free goodies. Fine. So I put my work number down (I rarely give out my cell number). Big mistake. I don't have caller ID at work, and have to pretty much answer every call. She called every week. I kept putting her off, saying I would be out of town, yadda yadda yadda. She kept calling. So finally on Friday when she called I told her I just bought a new car and couldn't afford to buy anything. In her fake, chipper voice she said "oh, that's fine, just come and get a makeover. Besides you have a gift certificate." Blah blah blah. So, I gave in to shut her up. Even bigger mistake. I got my lazy ass out of bed at 8 AM Saturday morning and trekked to McLean. After seeing her house, I don't feel bad about not buying anything.
She made us watch a cheesy video, showing us what a great company it is and how much money they make. Then we had to use the cleanser. I am VERY picky about what I use (philosophy and aveda only), and now I'm broken out from this stuff. The whole time, she was saying shit like "isn't this cleanser fabulous? how does your skin feel? great, right?" I wanted to tell her that no, my skin feels like shit. But I bit my tongue. Then came makeup time. I tried some of the foundation (which sucked, by the way), and put very little eye shadow on (I prefer the natural look, rather than the Tammy Fay Baker look). She kept encouraging me to put on more. Pushy, pushy, pushy. Needless to say, I had to wash my face as soon as I left there...and luckily, I brought my own foundation (Pur Minerals), so I wouldn't have to drive home looking like Ms. Baker.
Then, of course, she tried to push me to buy the "Basic" kit (cleanser, moisturizer, and foundation)...$54. Normally I don't mind spending money on good** products, but considering I had told her that I would NOT be buying anything, I was a little pissed that she was pushing it.
Then she asked us some basic questions and showed us the diamond ring and watch she got for selling a certain amount of shit, along with....yes, her pink Cadillac. She blind-sided me, and now I'm sucked into a meeting with her Tuesday afternoon, where I know she's going to try to recruit me for the Mary Kay cult.
Why am I so spineless? Why can't I say no to people?
*Note the sarcasm
**If they really want to sell this stuff, maybe they shouldn't walk around with plaster-covered faces
***NOT Mary Kay