A couple of days into January
Ambot tells me the fucking asshole that sponsored us into Amway has summoned us
to a very important meeting to go over our Amway goals for the new year.
Uh, is now a good time to say my new year's goal is we get the fuck out of Amway before we lose any more money?
So the first thing the fucking arrogant prick does to piss me off is choose a restaurant I don't like. Slower than shit service and not a whole lot of choices on the menu that I like. What's wrong with going to Krispy Kreme, I ask Ambot. The booths are more comfortable and it won't cost as much money. And I can drown my sorrows in a chocolate cream filled donut while putting up with that asshole. And if I'm really lucky the featured donut will be something I like and I'll have a couple of them too.
But no luck. The fucking arrogant prick wants to go to that restaurant and because he's our upline and according to Ambot that makes him some kind of a god, that's where we're going for our “very important” Amway meeting.
I don't remember much what was discussed that night but I do remember the fucking arrogant prick asked us what goals we’d set for PV that year.
Ah ha! NOW is my chance to save money. I know Ambot is still going to buy Amway shit so if I can put in a lowball goal hopefully he'll stick to it. Yeah I wish! So I say 5 PV a week is our goal. Well you can't blame me for trying! Ambot is still going to do whatever the hell he wants and rack up the credit card bill with as much purchases and PV as he can no matter what I say.
Later on Ambot tells me after I set a 5PV a week goal that the fucking arrogant prick was ready to get up and leave the restaurant.
Aw fuck! I was so close to getting rid of that Amway asshole motherfucker and he didn’t leave. Damn it all to hell. Fuck Amway and fuck that fucking arrogant prick!
So what else is new? That fucking asshole has many years history of stomping off in a snit and then Ambot doesn't hear from him for months. So what's so unusual about the fucker getting mad at my 5 PV/week goal and threatening to storm out of the restaurant? That’s normal behavior for him.
So go! Good riddance you troublemaking son of a bitch! I hope the door hits you in the ass on the way out! Fuck you Amway motherfucker!
Unfortunately for me that scenario didn't play out but I can always dream can't I? After all that's what this Amway “business” is all about - dreams.
My dream is for Ambot to quit wasting his time and money on the Amway cult.
Although my 5 PV/week goal did not come true, much more importantly my first choice new year's goal did! That would be the one about getting out of Amway. Unfortunately not before Ambot dropped a few thousand more dollars into the cult's coffers over the next couple of months but we made our break.
And one more time from marriedtoanambot let’s just send another big old FUCK YOU out to Amway Scamway and their scammer army of Ambots.
Uh, is now a good time to say my new year's goal is we get the fuck out of Amway before we lose any more money?
So the first thing the fucking arrogant prick does to piss me off is choose a restaurant I don't like. Slower than shit service and not a whole lot of choices on the menu that I like. What's wrong with going to Krispy Kreme, I ask Ambot. The booths are more comfortable and it won't cost as much money. And I can drown my sorrows in a chocolate cream filled donut while putting up with that asshole. And if I'm really lucky the featured donut will be something I like and I'll have a couple of them too.
But no luck. The fucking arrogant prick wants to go to that restaurant and because he's our upline and according to Ambot that makes him some kind of a god, that's where we're going for our “very important” Amway meeting.
I don't remember much what was discussed that night but I do remember the fucking arrogant prick asked us what goals we’d set for PV that year.
Ah ha! NOW is my chance to save money. I know Ambot is still going to buy Amway shit so if I can put in a lowball goal hopefully he'll stick to it. Yeah I wish! So I say 5 PV a week is our goal. Well you can't blame me for trying! Ambot is still going to do whatever the hell he wants and rack up the credit card bill with as much purchases and PV as he can no matter what I say.
Later on Ambot tells me after I set a 5PV a week goal that the fucking arrogant prick was ready to get up and leave the restaurant.
Aw fuck! I was so close to getting rid of that Amway asshole motherfucker and he didn’t leave. Damn it all to hell. Fuck Amway and fuck that fucking arrogant prick!
So what else is new? That fucking asshole has many years history of stomping off in a snit and then Ambot doesn't hear from him for months. So what's so unusual about the fucker getting mad at my 5 PV/week goal and threatening to storm out of the restaurant? That’s normal behavior for him.
So go! Good riddance you troublemaking son of a bitch! I hope the door hits you in the ass on the way out! Fuck you Amway motherfucker!
Unfortunately for me that scenario didn't play out but I can always dream can't I? After all that's what this Amway “business” is all about - dreams.
My dream is for Ambot to quit wasting his time and money on the Amway cult.
Although my 5 PV/week goal did not come true, much more importantly my first choice new year's goal did! That would be the one about getting out of Amway. Unfortunately not before Ambot dropped a few thousand more dollars into the cult's coffers over the next couple of months but we made our break.
And one more time from marriedtoanambot let’s just send another big old FUCK YOU out to Amway Scamway and their scammer army of Ambots.
Anna, from what you describe it seems that your immediate up-line was a big, stupid baby.
ReplyDeleteThe idea that this guy thought of himself as an important businessman makes me laugh.
Anonymous - He's one of the biggest fucking liars and whiners you'd never want to meet.
DeleteThat cocksucker is an arrogant prick with an overinflated opinion of himself and thinks he's a hot shit big important businessman. LOL! He's a fucking loser like the rest of the Amway Ambots.