Monday, November 1, 2010
At every Amway meeting the Platinum cult leader would ride all the IBO’s asses about being failures because we didn’t bring new prospects to the meetings. Well, excuse us for not being able to find people open-minded to being ripped off!
Ambot spent hours each week trying to convince friends, family, and people he’d just met to come to a meeting. Infrequently after a few hours of being hounded, someone would break down and agree to see the plan, but then they wouldn’t show up and spend weeks or months avoiding calls from Ambot.
I hadn’t been to an Amway meeting in months but when an acquaintance of Ambot's failed to show up at our house and go with him to a meeting and wouldn’t answer his phone when Ambot called. Ambot begged me to accompany him so I gave in and for the first time in about 5 or 6 months I went to the cult meeting.
I might add that this one of the last meetings Ambot attended. Yay!!!!
The infamous prayerfest for me to meet another man hadn’t happened yet.
Anyway, a meeting room had been booked at a local hotel and the upline Emerald was the speaker. We came in and found chairs. We watched the Platinum sack of shit circulate the room greeting people. He avoided saying hi to us even though he walked right past us a number of times seeing as how we’d chosen aisle seats. Snubbing us! Like I give a shit that someone I don’t like won’t talk to us. Oddly enough Ambot began to chuckle and I asked him what was so funny.
“He’s refusing to talk to us because I didn’t bring anyone to the meeting.”
That was the cult leader’s way of punishing the downline. Refusal to acknowledge them. Ostracization.
I was cool with that. We don’t often get that lucky that the pompous sack of shit doesn’t want to talk to us.