Thursday, March 31, 2005
Last night Crystal sponsored a Mary Kay party for a friend of hers who sells the junk. I know all the under-handed sales techniques and was consequently disaffected from the exclamations of awe and wonderment by the other group members as we sampled things. I am resistant to the maleficent persuasive arts. So I bought the following:
vanilla-coloured eye shadow goopThe girl (name of Karen) unabashedly raped me for the first three items; I did feel comfortable paying seven dollars for the face cream, though. The zit scars from junior high and high school please me none too much, and the stuff will probably work.
rose eyelid powder
ivory liquid foundation
acne blemish cream
Tomorrow I must help the honors society sell credit cards as part of a fundraiser. I more than suspect this project will be a massive failure, only in part because out of the approximate three hundred club members, only twenty-two volunteered to participate (thirty are the base required by the card company).
Considering students' (we must sell only on campus) understandable reluctance to fill out a credit card application, I believe I shall attempt a more brazen sales approach than I would naturally or normally use otherwise. If I must do this, I might as well entertain myself. With the application I am giving away free t-shirts (which are probably horrendous, but I have not yet seen them); I suppose I could tie the extras to my body, run around screaming, "Free t-shirts!", then shove an application in people's faces... it could work. I also intend somehow to integrate guilt and fear tactics; those have historically proven successful in other applications.
The little girl who came up with the idea mentioned the minimum number of successful applications (id est, cards activated and having at least one purchase) each person needs is fifteen. Hah! She ought to count herself lucky if we make fifteen total.
I am not pessimistic in the slightest.
[Lauree Frances Keith concluded this diatribe at 11:51 AM]