Part of the bullshit taught at
our Amway meetings was “fake it till you make it”. And always lie. All good
little IBO’s must lie about how good business is going even when they’re losing
hundreds of dollars each month. If they tell the truth they’d never recruit
anyone.
IBO’s were also taught to look the part of successful business men and women.
This meant putting on business suits, owning a cell phone with texting
capabilities, attending all meetings, and driving high end cars to give off the
appearance of a successful business person.
I’ve never been much of a car person. I like safe, reliable cars that don’t
break down. Good gas mileage is something else I look for when buying a car.
High end or low end, makes no difference to me. I’m no snob.
In our group IBO’s were told to drive upper end cars like Cadillacs, Jaguars,
and BMW’s. And most IBO’s did buy them - vintage 1970’s and 1980’s rust
buckets. Cars that broke down all the time but what else do you expect from
cars that have over 300,000 miles on them and probably only got regular engine
maintenance for the first few years when they were owned by people who could
afford them brand new and kept them in good shape.
I never saw so many junker cars than what our upline were driving. When there
was a board plan at someone’s house the street would be littered with these old
heaps so we knew we were getting close to our destination.
But that was what IBO’s were brainwashed into buying by our sack of shit
Platinum. He even insulted some people’s cars and called them “pimpmobiles”
though they looked OK to me, just weren’t the “successful image” the bastard
wanted the IBO to portray. The sack of shit Platinum wanted me to sell my newer
model Toyota and buy an old BMW so we could say we owned one. I had zero
interest in buying an older car that would probably cost me a lot in
maintenance. I’d bought my car 3 months before Ambot signed up again with Amway
and it took me awhile to find it and I was happy with it so I was NOT going to
spend more time looking for another car so soon. At least I own a reliable car
manufactured in this century. That’s more than the rest of you Amway assholes
can say! The sack of shit was especially annoyed one day when he looked in my
car and saw we were carrying business supplies in there - our business that is,
nothing to do with Amway. He told Ambot that my car was supposed to only be
used for transporting people and Amway tools and products. I told Ambot to give
him a message from me: “Tough shit.”
Somehow I doubt that message got passed along!
Amway meetings must have brought down the neighborhood’s house values with all
the clunkers parked down the street thanks to the army of Amway warriors
driving to business meetings in their IBO specials like Lincoln Town Cars and
BMWs with leaky sunroofs and bumpers held on with string and duct tape. IBO’s
would carefully get out of their cars hoping the door with the rusty hinges
wouldn’t fall into the street.
Driving a Beamer or Caddy that’s seen better days, dressed in a business suit,
and clutching a cell phone doesn’t make a person a sharp, successful
businessman no matter what fake image they are using to impress others. No
matter what the sack of shit Platinum tells you it makes you look even
worse driving an ugly gas guzzler that has a good chance of not starting
when you turn the key in the ignition.
Yup living their fairy tale lives in the Amway land of make belief. A clunker
of a high end car, the latest cell phone with huge monthly fees, and a business
suit. Bunch of immature fools marching off to the latest Amway business
meeting, ready to listen to more fairy tales and play “fake it till you make
it” in a phoney business venture.
