Saturday, October 23, 2010
Not coachable = not brainwashable
I’m sure the pompous sack of shit Platinum had a ton of reasons he didn’t like me, mostly because I was such a rebel and disinterested in anything Amway.
He’d hold Amway meetings and say he only does business with people he likes. If he doesn’t like you he won’t do business with you.
Well I don’t like you, you pompous sack of shit, but I’ve obviously done a lousy job of getting that message through to your Amway drunken brain because you seem to be under the false impression that I want to do business with you.
So he would bitch about me to Ambot. He’d bitch about everything: the way I dress, the “other” makeup I wear, I refuse to mingle, my phone, my car, my dog, the books I read. You name it, he bitched about it. It all leads to one thing. He’d bitch about me not being “coachable”. Pompous asshole. I told you the day I met you that I had no interest in Amway, going to meetings, buying products, etc. And its a huge surprise to you that I’m not coachable?
I’m also not coachable when it comes to learning how to jump out of airplanes or becoming a lion trainer. If I have zero interest in something or something I deem to be dangerous (both qualities I attribute to Amway) then I’m not going to bust my ass learning anything about it.
Then Ambot would parrot back the Amway speak in an accusatory tone to me: “The dumb ass pompous sack of shit Platinum (OK so those are my words not his) says that you’re not coachable.”
So when did I ever claim that I was coachable?
And right back at the Platinum - why bitch about someone not being coachable when they told you that the first day they met you?
Amway speak. “You’re not coachable” is better translated “I can’t brainwash you.”