I was 19 when a boy outside of the local mall came 2 me and asked me a silly question. "are you a really mean person or a really nice person?" I'm a nice person, but I didn't have any money for a magazine subscription because, "My job kinda sucks...". (I was an exotic dancer at the time) That's when he told me about the possibility of a job where you travel around meeting and talking to new people. new city every week, new state every month, sounds great right? WRONG. we were made 2 wake up at 7:30am and wouldn't return until past 11pm on a bad day. $20 a day, and if u made any sales u got money on "the books" which, apparently, means "manager's already overly stuffed pocket". we were be yelled at for not making any sales. I saw "low sales" kids left on the side of the road in a foreign state on more than one occasion, with no money, no way to get home, and quite often beaten to a pulp. It seems like the most amazing pipe dream ever, but it's not all it's cracked up to be. drugs, alcohol, and sex run rampant, crowded living conditions, and lack of food and sleep deprivation mixed w/ 1 day off a week no matter what the weather conditions and kids needing hospitalization to recover from malnutrition and dehydration forced to work in blistering heat. that's all that needs to be said. U have full permission to share my story with others. I'm 27 now, and I have a wonderful husband and 2 sons, 6 months after I quit mag life, I entered the air force and never looked back.