By referring to Ambot as a "server," our Platinum sack of sh*t would attempt to massage Ambot's ego. And then he'd start spewing nonsense about how God had placed Ambot on this planet with a mission to serve others.
And when the sack of shit pointed him out at an Amway meeting to commend this excellent waiter, Ambot would just burst into tears of joy with pride.
I mean, what the fuck is going on!?
Me, alone, should be the only one Ambot should be worried with serving!
Just another piece of the nonsense that would spew forth from the Platinum's lips about how IBOs were here this planet to "assist" others, "bless others," or "serve" others was to be expected. Perhaps it is to bolster their confidence and make them believe they are carrying out some great mission by using those phrases to explain their continued participation in Amway and clinging on to an unreachable dream even while they are losing money. Contributing to the betterment of humanity. Yes, that's correct. It's more like assisting them in getting to the poor house and divorce court!
Ambot's regular method of "serving" his Platinum was to purchase him a cup of coffee if they happened to meet at a coffee shop. The shop was full of "sharp businesspeople," all dressed in their business suits and clutching their cell phones, and none of them offered to buy the sack of sh*t a cup of coffee because none of them had the means to do so themselves. Their wallets were completely depleted.
As soon as we exited Amway, Ambot informed me that the Platinum would frequently go into the coffee shop and announce that he was hungry, prompting someone - usually Ambot because he'd be the most likely to have money on him - to purchase him a sandwich for him. Even if the Platinum simply said, "Can someone buy me a sandwich?" I'm confident that Ambot would rush at the opportunity. After all, it is precisely this characteristic that distinguishes him as an excellent "server." In comparison to the rest of the “sharp businessmen” present, he was only distinguished by the fact that he had the financial means to purchase a cup of coffee and a sandwich for himself.
Ambot continued to serve, assist, or bless the Platinum whenever he was instructed to do so by the Platinum. Coffee, sandwiches, errands, and general household assistance are all available. He was there in the middle of everything so that he wouldn't lose his extremely crucial position as "the server."
Certainly, it is not wrong to provide a helping hand to those in need, and many individuals "bless" others with presents given out of the goodness of their hearts and without any intention of receiving something in return. And, without a doubt, there are people who are called to serve others, such as our military, police, firefighters, clergy, nurses, doctors, and other professionals. People who feel called to serve others in some capacity are in the thousands.
It's the messed up way in which our Platinum refers to people as "servers" and implies that they have a calling to "serve," "bless," or "assist" others that really gets under my skin. One of the few people the sack of shit desires his subordinates to serve is himself. To his knowledge, he does not want anyone else in his downline to assist him. Contribute to his financial success by purchasing additional products and tools.
Greedy son of a b*tch, to be sure. Is it possible to blame him? Being driven by greed is a prerequisite for becoming a successful Amway Independent Business Owner (IBO). IBOs with a conscience will never be able to join the top 1 percent of Amway distributors that make a profit.
And it is for this reason that Ambot, no matter how good a server he is, would never be able to achieve success at Amway. He can't possibly rip off other people and make their life miserable while maintaining his morals.
Anna Banana works as a server as well. My site is intended to let other ladies realise that they are not alone in their struggles. There are more women out there who are married to Ambots who have survived the Amway storm, and they should be heard from. My blog is intended to inform readers about the antics of our upline and to demonstrate that our situation is not unusual in this regard. There are several stories like mine regarding upline abuse and brainwashing that can be seen all over the Internet.
Ha! That pile of shite is a jerk. Platinum had no idea that I would end up working as a server.
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