At first it didn't seem like it. Last Thursday, I got a voicemail when I got home from work from Close To My Heart customer service wanting me to call them back. I had waited all day for something from them. I called Friday morning only to find out that the email 'whitneysctmh' was not acceptable. Delayed! I was going crazy on Monday when my kit didn't arrive on Saturday. I had made Jack promise to call me if it came while he was at home. No call! I came home in quite the mood. I was reluctantly making spagetti when the doorbell rang. The UPS finally shows up at 7pm at night. What the? My beautiful box was finally here, which I immediately proceed to tear open and pull out all the contents of. I've never felt so excited in my life besides right before I got married, the morning we were having my daughter and one of the last Christmas's before I decided that there was so such person as Santa and that the present didn't just magically appear under the Christmas tree.
That night I had my plan of action for the next day, Tuesday or yesterday. I had printed out Stamp of the Month flyers, put my name, phone number and email address on everything, and had an Idea Book ready for my husband to take to work with him. Then, Tuesday, flyers went up, a notice on the company message boards went up, the Idea Book I had with me was set very conscpicously on the corner of my desk, and I was ready. Talk about anti-climatic. There was the little irrational part of me that hoped that flocks of ladies would fly to my desk, all a-flutter to check out the tons of cute items I had for sale. No one really noticed that I had become a new person. I was Whitney, Indepedant Consultant for Close To My Heart scrapbooking and stamping supplies.
When I got home yesterday, I spoke with my upline for about an hour and a half inundating her with questions, and planning my very first party (Nov. 5). I decided to check my email, just because, and low and behold there is an email in there!! Some gal at my works wants to do a party after Thanksgiving. I immediately broke out into a happy dance. My husband has always known I was crazy but I think that just proved his point for him. I called my upline back, I called my sister, and I tried to call my mom but her phone was off.
Oh, and by the way, my baby has her second tooth. But mom didn't get to know that until today.
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