I'm sure there are many wives out there who loathed having to listen to the terrible Amway tapes or CDs that were purchased on a weekly basis.
These tapes/CDs, according to your upline, were critical to the development of your firm! The tapes must be purchased if you are serious about growing your business. That was the cult leader's broken record recording, played over and over again.
There was not a single piece of sound business advice on any of those cassettes. The most of them are what could be loosely classified as motivational, or more specifically, "see how I overcome life's hurdles to become successful at Amway." Each of these bastards tells a slightly different version of the same storey. The wife is employed by McDonald's. The husband is employed as a shit shoveler on a pig farm. Their low earnings barely pay their basic living expenditures on a regular basis. The plot was then revealed to them by a valued friend. They had to cobble together money to be able to attend the celebrations on time. And how come every one of them had to borrow $20 from a cousin in order to fill up the gas tank in their car in order to drive to a party? And now, have a look at them: They worked hard, and now they live in a home with a fleet of luxurious automobiles and travel the world's beaches.
It's horrible enough to be forced to listen to this trash. But here's the thing: Ambot turned up the volume on the stereo. It was starting to seem more and more like one of those hellfire and brimstone sermons that I've seen in movies, when the preacher is screaming at the top of his lungs to get the congregation to repent and accept Christ as their Savior.
Play any one of those Amway cassettes with the stereo volume turned up to 11 and you'll get the same outcome: ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? WHAT'S the point????? ARE YOU TAKING DOUBLE X ON A DAILY BASIS? What will happen to you if you don't take NUTRILITE VITAMINS? DO YOU KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN? YOUR BODY WILL GO OUT OF OPERATION AND DIE!!!!
Oh my God, I'm speechless. Those cassette tapes were a pain in the neck! They were all complete and total fuckwits yelling at the top of their voices. What was more worse was that sometimes we'd be travelling somewhere with friends or relatives when Ambot would turn up the music on the audio. This is quite rude! How are we expected to hold a conversation with our guests while some jerk on a CD is yelling at them: "DON'T DRESS LIKE A SLUT FOR BUSINESS MEETINGS!!!!!!!!!"???
It's awful enough listening to that garbage at normal volume, but cranking it up to the maximum volume the car stereo can handle? Ohhhh. Shudders. It was a terrifying experience.
Then there are the stacks of CDs that have never been opened or listened to in their entirety. Everyone assured us that our sponsor and/or upline would return them and issue a refund to us. That, however, was a fabrication. When Ambot returned to the station, he requested that his sponsor Captain Fuck Up return the CDs that had not been opened and repay his money. Captain Fuck Up refused, claiming that he was broke and lacked the financial means to reimburse him. Ambot worked his way up the chain until he found someone who would sell him the items for ten cents apiece. Yes, even at ten cents a piece, that's a lot of money for that stuff, but Ambot bought them for $2 to $5 a piece, and the money was paid to Captain Fuck Up, who didn't always deliver him the CDs or books that he'd purchased because he's a disorganised asshole and couldn't locate them when he needed them.
Yes, we are just another couple of suckers who were taken advantage of in more ways than one while working in the Amway business.
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