Hubby could do it, I’m sure. Unless it was his own sand, of course, in which case he’d give it away. (We once sold a horse. The price was set and agreed upon, the contract was signed, and Hubby suddenly took $500 off the price because… well, because. The buyer hadn’t haggled at all… Nice fella, my Hubby!) Selling sand for other people - no problem. It would fly like cupcakes.
Me - that’s a different matter. I couldn’t sell water in said desert. I’ve tried. Not literally (now there’s a picture, little old fair(red)-skinned me, sitting behind a mirage of a water stand in the middle of the Sahara desert, with 6 brats in tow), but I have tried.
MLM is one example of me trying. Speaking of mirages… Selling household and beauty products to my friends and acquaintances? Dream on. CLA could be the latest, greatest miracle drug for anything from athlete’s foot to cobwebs in the attic, and I couldn’t peddle a single box of the stuff. I’d buy it, though, and use it, and talk about it to said friends, but sell it? No way.
I’ve done Aloe Vera. I mean - Aloe Vera is the greatest miracle drug for anything under the sun. I’ve still got 2 jugs of juice somewhere, and I use all the creams, ointments and stuff I bought for myself. I’m just sooo bad at getting the point across.
Homeparties. Dare I say it? Yes, Tupperware. Done that. For about 10 minutes. Going into people’s homes, professing the divine qualities of overpriced plastic to a bunch of giggling housewives who’re just dying for you to get out so they can tuck into the refreshments while they slag you… Not for me. I felt like an intruder and a village idiot - all in one. I’ve got a lot of overpriced plastic though, and believe me - it does last a lifetime.
Next step - affiliate marketing. Great - just put a banner up on your lame little website, sit back, and watch the money flood in. Yup.
OK. I’m sitting here, all laid back like - where’s my money???
Right. So it’s me. I’m not cut out for it. I couldn’t have people working for me either - I feel desperately sorry for all those royals and celebs who have people in attendance all the time. The lack of privacy would kill me within a fortnight. Seriously!
So - life in the fast lane isn’t for me. Until the big prize comes in, I’ll just have to do what I do, and enjoy life as it comes.
Say again?
Enjoy life?
Wonderful idea.
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