NOT Sending In The Clown!

My Avon business is finally starting to take off, which is a very good thing.  I know that I won’t be babysitting kids forever,  in fact I am going to be losing the 3 siblings sooner or later and will be picking up a few more when they go.  I love kids, I really do.  This is the next best thing to being a grandparent, no doubt about it.  I get to giggle, dance, watch The Backyardigans, sing and play with toys…and change diapers, feed, nap and drive car pool, but gotta take the good with the inconvenient.  But this is not what I want to be doing for a living forever.  I want my Avon business to flourish and totally rock me into a big annual income.  I know it can be done, I’m friends on Facebook with my Avon idol, Lisa Wilber, who makes in excess of $300k a year as her own boss,  with her own business of Avon.  She is #4 in the country in sales with Avon, but she best be watching over her shoulder, the Marvelous one plans to knock her back a spot or two in the next few years! 🙂  It is a goal I know she would applaud, she is totally awesome and supportive of others like that.

Last evening I had a new recruit to sign up and begin training in having her own Avon business.  My sister was meeting one as well so we set the appointments at the same time, same place with the intent to work together.  But first, we needed dinner.  We opted for Chipotle, next to the meeting location, got our food and sat down at the bar at the window to do some people watching while we ate and brain stormed our future.  Out by the curb, on the sidewalk was someone dressed up as a clown, waving at cars, dancing, and holding up a sign advertising the Halloween store in the little strip mall we were located in.  We were enjoying watching his antics as we ate…and then sis said something that struck a nerve with me.  “If I don’t make it selling Avon, that will be me out there.”  Stop the truck, Chuck!!  NO kidding little sister, no kidding.  I know what she means, only I’d be doing the later  afternoon/early evening shift.  I tried to imagine being  dressed up as some odd ball creature, holding a sign and waving to passing cars in front of an auto dealer or oil change franchise.  Thankfully, that vision would NOT come clear in my head.  In denial I refused to visualize that at all.  No, I am NOT going to settle for being a minimum wage, live action ad.  Not that there is anything wrong with it, if that is what you have to do to pay the bills, you put on the clown suit and go make a spectacle of yourself.  I refuse to get to that point is all.  Heck, where is my brain, I should have walked out and recruited to poor soul while they may still have some dignity left.

So, watch for me, I will be at the top of the lipstick one day in the not  too distant future.  Count on it.