During the first round of Amway and WWDB, our upline Platinum was a jerk and a jerk. I didn't care for her in the least. Once a week, we'd have to drive approximately ten or fifteen minutes to her house, where we'd pick up our orders (both for supplies and tools) and then drop them off. This was back in the early 2000s or early 2001. She was generally able to keep her wits about her. At the very least, the cunning heiress was well-prepared. Despite the fact that she is not structured enough to prevent herself from losing her Platinum certification, she has remained in Amway for many years.
Orders for Amway and WWDB were placed on the internet and delivered to our home in Round 2 of the competition. During Amway meetings, our piece of shit Platinum would rage at us, telling us that we were fortunate. When he first started out in Amway, he had to drive a couple of towns away to pick up his Amway order from his upline, and then he had to spend hours delivering it all over the area. Now he works from home. He claimed that once his car broke down, he was forced to take the bus - with, no doubt, the assistance of a few others - to transport all of the boxes. This led to an endless barrage of ramblings on the harrowing ordeal that had brought him to this point in Amway's corporate hierarchy. Let's see what happens. Was he under the misapprehension that I was genuinely interested in him?
Purchasing tools - CDs and books - was a weekly occurrence, with the more the merrier being the rule of thumb. I have no idea how they ended up in the hands of the Platinum sack of shit. It was late at night when the upline Eagle picked them up from Platinum's place, and we met him at Dunkin Donuts around 10pm or 10:30pm to pick up our order, which I don't remember. The doughnut shop was approximately midway between our house and the Platinum's house, a drive of approximately 10 minutes or so. This area served as a gathering point for the Eagle's downline, who came to pick up their tools because most of them lived within a 15-minute drive of the spot, and the Eagle lived out in the middle of nowhere.
This continued on for maybe a month or so before coming to an end. After that, the Platinum became aware of it. The fucking asshole went completely insane! After screaming and shrieking, he continued as if someone had just committed murder in front of him! It was just incredible!
The Eagle was instructed to stop meeting with his downline at Dunkin Donuts by the Platinum. Who knows why this is happening? Perhaps the fucker owned stock in Krispy Kreme? He instructed that all tools be picked up at the Eagle's house, which was around an hour's journey each way.
I was enraged to the extreme. But then, whenever that interfering sack of shit gets his a$$ into anyone's business, I become a little irritated with him. I told Ambot that what he was doing was really stupid. About a twenty-minute drive away from our place is the Platinum piece of shit and his family. The fucking Eagle is approximately an hour's drive from here. The Platinum's house is closer, and it would be more convenient for us to go there and get those crappy tools that I didn't want in the first place. As a result, I was certain that Ambot would put one of those damned CDs into the car's audio and crank up the level to the point where it would seem like we were listening to one of those fire and brimstone sermons from a tent church for the entire drive back. When you factor in the fact that the Eagle didn't get home until at least 10:30 p.m. - and it's crucial to note that he still lived with his mother and father, despite the fact that he's in his mid-twenties — the situation becomes even more dire. And so it is late at night, and we are travelling all over the countryside for a couple of hours, when I would rather be getting ready for bed. We have customers to deal with first thing in the morning. What the fuck is Ambot up to these days? I informed him that he might cancel any additional tool orders. If we all banded together and cancelled tool orders while also refusing to go to the Eagle's house to pick them up, it's possible that we'd "get permission" to pick them up at a central location once again. As if I had any hope that the other members of my downline would do anything to defy the Platinum.
Ambot had to be the CORE and feed into the tool scam in order for his upline to become wealthy. The only way to get $10 worth of CDs every week was for him to drive out of town at all hours of the night. The cost of gas for a round-trip travel was almost that amount. Not to mention the fact that we have limited time. So why didn't he just wait another day and pick up the dang tools at the following night's Amway meeting, like he should have? After a few weeks, Ambot had had enough of the late-night drives, and the next time he saw the Eagle, he took the opportunity to collect up his CDs and books from him. They had to be a little subtle about it, however. You know, like burying them beneath their shirts!
And what exactly is the objective of this whole exercise? In order to instil discipline in us. What? Maybe we're in the military forces, and that's why we need to maintain discipline? We grew into responsible people who understood the importance of discipline. Because we work for Amway, why the fuck do we have to be learning about discipline all the time?
Oh, I almost forgot. We're in a cult, which explains why we have to be disciplined. Brainwashing the IBOs and ordering them around to make sure they're good little cult followers is the goal at this point. The most important thing is to show loyalty and allegiance to the cult leader at all times.
I mean, as if I needed another reason to despise the Platinum Plating. I'm sending a huge old fuck you out to that sack of shit for the second time.
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