Here are all the entries for this unfortunate contest. Vote for the one you pity the most. It's too bad J-Dub didn't submit her story...she has a great one about a Tupperware rally that turned into a burping-food-container cult. And no, she was never a rep; she just wanted to party with the
My funniest direct sales story is from The Surprise Lady. I was, I think 23, the first time I went to one and thought it was hilarious we were throwing around a penis and watching vibes roll on the floor everywhere. It was just odd and uncomfortable since I didn't really know many people there. I think the funniest was when I went to the secret check out room and the lady tried to "up sell" by telling me about intimate times she'd used a certain product. W.O.W. Needless to say, it's not the DS route I went. I mean, spatulas can be used for a lot of things I guess but generally just for cooking. lol
At my last Pampered Chef show, the host & I were prepping before guests arrived. We opened up the cornbread mix needed for the recipe to fin some lil' red critters inside- about 5 dead & 1 alive. The Host insisted we still use it & picked out the little "friends". Ugh.... The guests never knew & all who indulged in the entree still live on....Phew!
I had a jewelry party about two years ago...the rep showed up wreaking of booze and looked like she had had a wild night with a local bar fly. I was not impressed but had done a TON of cleaning and cooking for this party. My guests showed up and everything seemed to be going fine. After about 45 minutes and one game, my rep was getting drowsy on one of my couches. I made her some coffee and did my best to keep her awake/sober her up. That was the last time I had a party of that nature. But now looking back, it really cracks me up!! I don't think her career as a jewelry rep lasted too long. And rum is probably to thank for that :)
I was a Tupperware consultant. During a party, I stepped back, hit the table with all my wares on it and knocked the table over, and fell on top of the stuff. That was the worst home-party I have ever been to. I had to stop selling...too mortified!
About 13 years ago when I was working for a dentist office, one of my coworkers decided to host a Mary Kay party. I wasn't married yet and had my own apartment, so I wasn't exactly rolling in dough to spend on make-up. So I went and fell for the whole enchilada...now since this was 13-14 years ago I don't remember how much I spent, but lets just say it was way too much! anyway the Direct Sales Consultant was a patient at the office I worked for, and she was one of these OVER complimentary, bubbly-too nice, smiley, pushy woman. So approximately a week after the party I had buyers remorse...I seriously didn't need all the products I purchased. So this woman came in for an appointment, and she says, "Oh Ami, you look so pretty!" so we start talking and I explain how I really couldn't afford all the products I got and was there anyway I could return the merchandise...as I am talking the smile slowly leaves her face, and now she is glaring at me and I am feeling completely horrible so she says, "Fine, I will take back your product. You put waaay too much foundation on anyway...your make-up looks terrible!" and proceeds to leave as I am standing there with my mouth wide open! Apparently she was just selling Mary Kay to put her self through school, she is now a Elementary School teacher. YIKES!
Quite a few years ago, a girlfriend of mine hosted a "slumber party."I have been friends with this girl since I was itty bitty, so I was a little confused and truly thought it was a slumber party. When I got there and saw the array of sex toys, I realized I was wrong. However, I stayed and had so much fun that I decided to host my own party.
My own party was far less fun. That being said, I did get enough credits to get the toy I really wanted. It was great because its all done in the privacy of your own home (key point to the story to remember later)
Fast forward 2 years...
My husband started a new job. About 9 months into the job, his co-workers decide to have a bbq with all the families. It was a bit awkward for me because the other 3 wives knew each other and hung out regularly. I was clearly the odd man out. One wife in particular kept staring at me. It started to make me uncomfortable, but I was trying to forget it. She waited until all the husbands were around (luckily the kiddos were outside) and said, "Didn't you have a sex toy party at your house a while ago? I was the hostess." Heads quickly turned my way, I sputtered and tried to deny it. She persisted and even brought up what I bought and specific people that were there. One of the wives is from my small town, so she knew this had to be true. She changed the subject and saved me.
And now, it's up to you to vote! Because I'm not smart enough to figure out how to put the poll in the actual post, everyone's going to need to take a field trip to the top of the column next to this one. The poll is there, and will be until Friday at 5 p.m. Central Cheese-and-Beer Time.
Winner will receive an assortment of unused Pampered Chef items, as well as a few Uppercase Living items I have in my arsenal.