The phrase "fake it till you make it" was taught at our Amway meetings as part of the nonsense. And always tell the truth. All good small independent business owners (IBOs) must lie about how well their businesses are doing even though they are losing hundreds of dollars each month. If they were completely honest, they would never recruit anyone.
IBOs were also instructed on how to dress in the manner of successful businessmen and women. This entailed dressing in professional attire, owning a cell phone with texting capability, attending all meetings, and driving high-end automobiles in order to convey the impression of being a successful businessperson to others.
I've never been a big fan of automobiles in general. I prefer cars that are safe, dependable, and do not break down. When shopping for a car, I also search for features that provide good gas mileage. It makes no difference to me whether the product is high-end or low-end. I don't consider myself a snob.
The IBOs in our group were instructed to drive high-end vehicles such as Cadillacs, Jaguars, and BMWs. And the vast majority of IBOs did purchase them - rusted out rust buckets from the 1970s and 1980s. A constant stream of breakdowns, but what else would you expect from cars that have more than 300,000 miles on them and probably only received regular engine maintenance for the first few years while they were owned by someone who could afford to buy them brand new and keep them in good condition?
I've never seen so many junkers in one place as the cars that our upline was driving. Whenever there was a board plan at someone's house, the street would be littered with these old heaps, which gave us the indication that we were coming close to our destination.
However, it was our Platinum who persuaded our IBOs into purchasing this product. He even ridiculed other people's automobiles, despite the fact that they appeared to be in good condition to me; they simply did not portray the successful image the bastard desired the IBO to portray. Platinum, the sack of shit, wanted me to sell my newer model Toyota Matrix and buy an older model BMW so that we could claim ownership of one. I had absolutely no interest in purchasing an older vehicle that would almost certainly require extensive upkeep. I'd purchased my car three months before Ambot re-joined the Amway family, and it had taken me a long time to locate it. I was pleased with it, and I had no intention of wasting any more time hunting for another vehicle so soon. At the very least, I have a dependable automobile that was produced in this century. The rest of you asses can't say much more than that. A particularly infuriating incident occurred one day when the sack of shit walked into my car and discovered that we were transporting business materials - supplies for our company, not supplies for Amway. He informed Ambot that my automobile was only to be used for the transportation of people and Amway tools and products, not for any other purpose. I instructed Ambot to deliver the following message to him: "Tough stuff."
Somehow, I have a feeling that message didn't go through!
With all of 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 with leaky sunroofs and bumpers held on with twine, it's no surprise that the neighborhood's property prices have suffered. They would gingerly exit their vehicles, hoping that the door with its rusted hinges would not come crashing down into the street.
The fact that someone is driving a Beamer or Caddy that has seen better days, dressed in a business suit, and clutching a mobile phone does not automatically make them a sharp, successful businessman, no matter how convincing the picture they are presenting to others may be. No matter what the sack of shit Platinum tells you, driving an unsightly gas guzzler that has a good possibility of not starting when you flip the key in the ignition makes you seem even worse.
Yup, they're living their fairy tale lives in the Amway realm of make believe, as they should be. High-end automobile, the most recent cell phone with exorbitant monthly costs, and a business suit are all on the list. A gang of immature morons marching off to the newest Amway business meeting, eager to listen to more fairy tales and play the game of "fake it until you make it" in a fictitious business endeavour are pictured above.
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