Self Doubt
I'm in a position that I think a lot of middle-class SAHM's find themselves in: more bills than money. Plus, I've been going nuts stuck in this house day in and day out. Matt doesn't want to go anywhere when he gets home, and I shouldn't be out spending money, so there it is.
I found something that (hopefully) will solve both those problems. I signed up to be a consultant with The Body Shop at Home. I love the products, I have lots of experience in sales, a good amount of knowledge from my dermatology assistant days, and it will get me out of the house. So I've been ALL fired up and dreaming of making a fortune. Or at least enough to pay off hospital bills and the credit card.
I filled out the paperwork. $250 up front for the starter kit *chaCHING!*. Sent it in. Realized all I have is mom clothes< like yoga pants and t-shirts (okay I have other things, but they're all about 2 sizes too small since I had the baby and I'm having a hard time getting the weight off). Went shopping, in clearance aisles mind you, but found some clothes and shoes to the tune of about $50. *chaCHING!*. Realized my kit won't have everything I need, so contacted the company's printer and order business cards, a self-inking stamp, magnetized name tag, some labels with my name to stick on the product. With shipping, $88. *chaCHING!* Realized I needed some promotional items to give to the people that already agreed to book some parties. $13. *chaCHING!* Realized I needed some sample packets to give out with the invitations to my business launch. $10. *chaCHING!*. So I'm what, $411 into this? That's a lot of money when there are already wolves at the door and you're in the red.
$411. I HAVE to make at least that much this month. At least. Actually, another $100 too, because the hospital is fully expecting me to make a payment that size next month.
So, the fire and motivation is giving way to doubt. Can I do it? Maybe I'll suck. No one else will want to book parties. No one will buy anything. We'll be even more in the hole, and I'll have to find an outside job or something to get out of it.
My sponsor says I'm more motivated than most and she expects me to be successful. She has been, after all. Well she's also very cute and charismatic, and I feel like another frumpy, overweight housewife who has lost the capacity to express herself in any way. I'll get up there and stumble my way through the presentation and that will be it. No sales, no bookings.
My husband is excited because he thinks I'll do well. Unfortunately, that puts more pressure on me, because I really, REALLY want him to be proud of me. If I fail, I don't know what I'll say to him.
I guess it's time to pull myself up by the bootstraps and hope for the best. Anyone need body butter?
(BTW, thanks to my buddy Keri for giving me my first sale!)
I found something that (hopefully) will solve both those problems. I signed up to be a consultant with The Body Shop at Home. I love the products, I have lots of experience in sales, a good amount of knowledge from my dermatology assistant days, and it will get me out of the house. So I've been ALL fired up and dreaming of making a fortune. Or at least enough to pay off hospital bills and the credit card.
I filled out the paperwork. $250 up front for the starter kit *chaCHING!*. Sent it in. Realized all I have is mom clothes< like yoga pants and t-shirts (okay I have other things, but they're all about 2 sizes too small since I had the baby and I'm having a hard time getting the weight off). Went shopping, in clearance aisles mind you, but found some clothes and shoes to the tune of about $50. *chaCHING!*. Realized my kit won't have everything I need, so contacted the company's printer and order business cards, a self-inking stamp, magnetized name tag, some labels with my name to stick on the product. With shipping, $88. *chaCHING!* Realized I needed some promotional items to give to the people that already agreed to book some parties. $13. *chaCHING!* Realized I needed some sample packets to give out with the invitations to my business launch. $10. *chaCHING!*. So I'm what, $411 into this? That's a lot of money when there are already wolves at the door and you're in the red.
$411. I HAVE to make at least that much this month. At least. Actually, another $100 too, because the hospital is fully expecting me to make a payment that size next month.
So, the fire and motivation is giving way to doubt. Can I do it? Maybe I'll suck. No one else will want to book parties. No one will buy anything. We'll be even more in the hole, and I'll have to find an outside job or something to get out of it.
My sponsor says I'm more motivated than most and she expects me to be successful. She has been, after all. Well she's also very cute and charismatic, and I feel like another frumpy, overweight housewife who has lost the capacity to express herself in any way. I'll get up there and stumble my way through the presentation and that will be it. No sales, no bookings.
My husband is excited because he thinks I'll do well. Unfortunately, that puts more pressure on me, because I really, REALLY want him to be proud of me. If I fail, I don't know what I'll say to him.
I guess it's time to pull myself up by the bootstraps and hope for the best. Anyone need body butter?
(BTW, thanks to my buddy Keri for giving me my first sale!)
posted by Jennifer @ 10:07 AM
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