B another one
Well i started out by answering an ad in the local paper,i had just dropped out of school and i was struggeling. It said come travel road rules style! So i went to the hotel for the interview because after all i really had nothing to lose. I thought it sounded like a blast! The ad runner was seriously attractive, and said it was all one big party and you got paid for it. So i said yes, it wouldnt hurt to at least try. He told me i had to be ready to go in three hours, that part i did not like. i have a ton of clothes and a lot of friends that i had to leave.
We got to the hotel at about ten pm and everyone else including the mngr were out at some kind of party? So the ad runner and i decided to go to a club. We ended up getting totally wasted and didnt get back to the hotel until about three in the morning. I couldnt believe it my first day on the job!! the next day i had to go out on territory w/another agent and since there werent a lot of girls on crew i had to train w/a guy. we go to a meeting in the morn it was like a pep rally for the other agents to create so called "positive mental attitudes!?" we get into these eight to twelve passenger vans. each one holding three to five people. In the crew life if you dont write consistant business you are called names and thrown in the "pit" of the van.
We got dropped off at eleven o'clock and were told to return at two, three hours. My trainer tells me he never works first drop, that he usually finds some where to hide out (just in case the car-h. decides to spot us out) and then he gets baked and goes back at two and lies his business. if and when he gets caught in this lie, he is either hit or verbally abused by the car handelers!
After first drop you are taken to get something to eat - if the car didnt have any business then you are taken to a gas station for food. And if you dont have any money well then you dont eat!! this was my very first day on crew, and the rest of the day i was so high going to doors it was not cool! and even though i wanted to leave, i really had no where to go back home so i stayed on crew. it got better though my first day on t i sold ten by myself. and the mngr immediately took me under his wing calling me his "new power agent" and giving me money to go shop and tan and whatever i wanted. needless to say i was pretty happy. untill i had a bad day on t, then i was treated like shit! i was called names like weak and incomp. shit like that!
The worst story i have to tell is when the crew was in florida. We were in st augestine, we had just arrived not even there for five hours and the mngr had been telling us all day no drugs or alcohal in the hotel. and since the whole crew smoked pot and drank that didnt happen. one of the agents ended up with out even realising it asking one of the hotel managers for smoke! our mngr was told and flipped shit. he came into my room where the agent was and took him by his neck and slammed him against the wall! after beating the living shit out of him. he drove him up to the bus station and dropped him off (no money no clothes, nothing)! i had never seen anything like in my whole life it was horrible. but i couldnt leave, i was stuck.
A couple weeks later i started getting sick from not eating right and lots of stress. that day i was dropped off on t and may i add that it was shit for t! you see because i was stressed i was negative and not writing a lot of business so i was being treated like shit. so i was dropped off in the ghetto at eleven and told not to come back untill i had twenty sales in my ducket and that he would be back to pick me up at eight pm!!! i went to my first door and because i was so sick i passed out right at mrs jones door! i came to in her arms and she was freaking out. she wanted to call 911 but i wouldnt let her knowing that the manager would flip if i didnt have my business, so i went back to work. after i finally got twenty sales it was about five o'clock or so and i knew my car handler wouldnt show untill eight. so i went and called a cab. and i went to the ER. after all of the testing and everything i was diagnosed with vertigo a viral disease caused by stress and malnutrition. i called our office lady and told her where i was and that i needed to be picked up because i was too weak to do anything. she immediatly asked what i had on the day, i told her twenty. she was quiet for a long time and then she told me that i was lucky i had twenty because i was in a lot of trouble. they came and got me and took me to the office. now remember that im really sick and i cant even barely stand. The manager comes in and slams the door and just starts ripping me a new asshole for bailing on the car handler. he doesnt ask if im alright or anything he asks for my ducket and tells me to pack my shit! I start to argue saying that i have no where to go. and he tells me i should have planned my day better. after that he sends me to the bus station with only enough money for a ticket. im on the bus for three days with no food or any money.
Im back home now, im a little better because im eating right and sleeping regularly. i have no home, im staying with my grandparents, but i cant stay long. i still havent seen any of my money and probably never will. now i have to start all over. and even though i have no job and no home, im still happy because im not on the crew anymore.
I hope that some one reads this and does something about these people, their horrible and deserve to be punished for using and abusing kids the way that they are. and all for their own benefit!
something has to be done!!!!