I remember driving around
trying to find the hotel we were staying at during Amway WWDB Family Reunion.
We’d made a couple of wrong turns and then spotted the hotel - barely. It was a
Howard Johnson’s that was changing its name to something else - I don’t recall
what name it became. Or maybe that’s vice versa. Perhaps whatever hotel name
was becoming an HJ’s. I remember seeing a tiny sign for the hotel I was looking
for and I thought the address was right and pulled into the parking lot.
It was just after 6pm. I was stressed out because of the wrong turns and unable
to find the hotel - likely due to lack of signage because of the name change
underway. So I was frazzled as I pulled in.
And then Ambot’s fucking cell phone rings! Shit! Scared the hell out of me! I
damn near drove the car into the hotel’s swimming pool!
And who would it be? Could it be the same fucking son of a bitch who has
plagued us with about 20 calls in the past 4 hours? You guessed it! His
shithead sponsor - Captain Fuck Up!
Oh, I’m mad. I get out of the car with the email confirmation and stomp inside
to find out if I’m in the right hotel and if not can the desk clerk tell me how
to get to where I want to go. Fortunately I’d found the right hotel and he
explained about the hotel being sold and the name change confusion.
Just as I’m finished registering Ambot walks in and asks if we’ve found the
right place. Jesus I would have gone back to the car by now if it wasn’t!
As we’re driving around the hotel lot to get a parking spot near our room he
asks what my problem is. I tell him my nerves are frazzled and that fucking
phone call put me over the edge and what does that bastard want anyway. Has he
not got it through his head that we don’t have his fucking money and don’t know
where it is?
If you read a previous blog you’d know that Captain Fuck Up lost his money
and was stuck at home and didn’t make it to the World Wide Dream Builders
Family Reunion.
Hours ago I’d had enough of listening to Ambot’s side of the phone
conversation. I didn’t want to hear nothing more about that fucking lost money!
Ooooh I am still getting pissed off at that fucking idiot!
Fucking loser who can’t keep
track of his money. Though that’s a great qualification for an Amway Ambot.
The hotel we stayed at gave me another reason to despise that arrogant
prick. They allowed dogs! A fact I did not know until we arrived and saw the “pet
friendly” sign.
Because the original plans were to have Captain Fuck Up and his long suffering
wife join us for the drive to Family Reunion that meant they would be taking up
space in the back seat, we had to put our dog in the kennel. Being high season
summertime the kennel required a deposit at time of booking (I think $50 way
back then) just in case we cancelled or no showed so they had our credit card
number. So when Captain Fuck Up announced at 9am they couldn’t leave until the
afternoon it was already too late to cancel the kennel. 4 days kennel plus 3
walks a day plus early check in was around $200 when we picked up our dog on
Monday. And yes, charged one day for every day or portion thereof - Friday,
Saturday, Sunday, Monday. They were closed by the time we arrived home on
Sunday night. As opposed to the dog staying free at the hotel.
Yep, just keep giving me more reasons to despise that fucking asshole!
Like we need any more proof that it is a very BAD idea to sponsor anyone into
Amway if their wife has a long history of disliking the sponsor. Dragging them
into Amway and the wife will add up every cent that fucking asshole sponsor
cost them. I don’t have it broken down piece by piece but I put in Excel that
WWDB Family Reunion tickets cost $485. Gas, hotel, food, and dog kennel total
$850.
Any IBO’s out there reading this: if your friend’s wife doesn’t like you - don’t
sponsor them into Amway! It only gets worse. Never better. She will end up
despising you even more than she did before because now you have brought them
financial and emotional distress. Leave them alone or you might find yourself
featured in her blog one day too!
And let’s just send out another big old FUCK YOU to Amway and all those
fucking Ambot losers who actually like going to these fucking Amway
brainwashing conferences.
This sponsor of yours (Captain Fuck Up) must have been a truly stupid and clueless man.
ReplyDeleteIf he lost his money, why the goddamned hell was he bothering your husband about it? You and your husband had nothing to do with that misfortune. It was his problem, not yours.
For him to call you on a cellphone 20 times while you were traveling in a car was totally insane. What could your husband possibly say to him? How could he help him?
I can imagine your husband saying this after the first few phone calls: "Look, I'm sorry you lost your money, but I don't have any idea where it is. Please don't call me any more, because I'm in a car driving and I can't give you any answers."
For this Captain Fuck Up to keep on calling you like this was a sign of deep hostility. He was angry that you and your husband were going to the function but he and his wife couldn't go. What a childish asshole he must have been.
Anonymous - he ain't called Captain Fuck Up for nothing. That motherfucker fucks up everything. And being called truly stupid and clueless - probably the nicest things I've ever heard anyone call him LOL. I hate that fucking asshole. Which is the point of this post for any married guy getting involved in ScAmway. If you're getting sponsored by some motherfucker that your wife hates - really bad idea!
DeleteYeah really why keep calling and saying I've lost my money and can't find it and do you have any ideas where it might be. Like oh yeah you left it at our house and finders keepers. Shit out of luck buddy. Anna found it and it's hers now. Like I wish! What kind of a dumb fuck goes to the ATM and takes out a bunch of cash and doesn't take care of it? Put it in your wallet or your pocket or shove it up your ass or whatever you do to keep it secure and you know where it is. Who puts down $200 or $500 and doesn't remember? Keep better track of your cash! Really what was the motherfucker looking for. Some sort of confession that I'm a master pickpocket and stole it out of his ass without him knowing. And you're right about Captain Fuck Up being hostile. This is one angry motherfucker about everything. Childish asshole is another nice way of referring to him but seriously he is much worse than an angry evil motherfucking son of a bitch. Fucking broke loser who loses his money as soon as he gets it.