Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Turn Off Your Cell Phones!
At every Amway board plan meeting I attended, the person who lived there stood up to introduce the pompous sack of shit Platinum. Seeing as how it was pretty much always the same group of about 10 or 12 people and we all knew who he was - why bother? He could have just stepped into the room and started talking. But instead he wants to be introduced like he’s some big rock star.
Meetings started at 8pm (if they started on time that is) and before the Platinum started the brainwashing session the person introducing him would ask everyone to turn off their cell phones. Pretty much everyone dutifully complied.
Yeah you guessed it. I was the rogue stand out. Most people I know don’t phone that late at night - and here I’m talking after 9 - unless there is an emergency. If there is an emergency I want to be reachable. To hell with the sack of shit Platinum.
Sadly, my phone never rang once at any Amway meetings I attended. Likely due to most people who phone me its usually earlier in the day and most people call me on the house phone not my cell. I rarely give out my cell number.
One night we’re sitting in a living room and there's a fair amount of people there, maybe 30 or 40. Ambot wasn’t sitting with me. He was standing in the back of the room. This particular home had comfy living room furniture. I was in an easy chair or couch, don’t really recall, and I was sinking into it enjoying how soft it was. The Platinum was boring me with the same old same old and I’d closed my eyes and was hoping to fall asleep but unfortunately I didn’t.
Later on Ambot told me that the “sharp businessmen” he was standing with in the back of the living room had noticed and asked him if I was falling asleep to which he agreed it sure looked like it. They were really pissed off that I was being bored to sleep by their amazing Platinum. Ambot tipped them off that my cell phone likely hadn’t been turned off and they thought it might be fun to phone me and that I’d be embarrassed by the phone ringing in the middle of the sack of shit's brainwashing session. I think Ambot convinced them that I wouldn’t be embarrassed if my phone rang. In fact I might not hear it. I mean I’d hear it but I wouldn’t associate it with it with my phone ringing. I would just think someone else had the same ring tone as I have.
What really bugged the shit out of me was that Ambot gave my cell phone number WITHOUT MY PERMISSION to the asshole sponsor and a couple of other people in our upline I don’t recall who. I don’t want any of these bastards knowing my phone number or phoning me. I can only hope they’ve all deleted me out of their contacts. None of them were ever in my contact list.
I just dare that arrogant prick that sponsored us to ever phone me. I'll give him shit supreme like he's never heard before!
Don’t phone me and I won’t phone you.