When I tried to leave, my manager got mad cause he thought I was leaving because of my boyfriend. (He had left 2 weeks before) But he didn't give me or my best friend any of the money off our books. We had over $500 in there. But, he dropped us off hours before our bus got to the stop and we had no $. We had to call the owner and beg for $. He wired it to us but not until we got to Colorado, from Illinois. We couldn't even eat the whole trip.
I was moved very fast in the company from sales to personel director, in hind sight i think they were just trying to make sure i stood. i became pregnant 7 months after i got there and they were in alabama. i wanted to go home, but they would not pay for a bus ticket home for me, so i left with the father of my child. we were at a hotel close by, the whole crew came to our hotel and tried to kick down the door. we had to call the police to make them leave us alone. The police paid for our tickets home, i am forever grateful to the police in decater alabama. At one point going from California to Arizona the guy driving one of the vans that had our trailer attached, with all our belongings inside, fell asleep at the wheel and the van caught fire no one was killed but we lost everything. I'm glad i got pregnant, because it made me think strait.
Well, When I got hired I was pretty bad. I was messed up on drugs. This guy came up & tried to sell me magazines, I didn't have any idea what he was talking about when he tried offering me a job. All I understood was we traveled to New York & it was only 10 weeks. I'd get taking to concerts, clothes were going to be bought for me & I'd get $ for college.
Well that night we went to NJ instead. Then Boston, then Maryland. I was beat by my orignial trainer. She'd slam my head in the doors, punch me for no reason. Then I hit her back & that was the end of that!
Months went by & everything seemed ok. I hooked up with one of my managers, I had lots of $, everthing was good. Then I dumped my manager for a regular agent, I started not making as much but it was still fun. When I got pregnant I had 2 choices, abortion or go home alone, I didn't want a child at 18 alone so I went against my morals & aborted my baby. Well my boyfriend was so upset he folded anyway. I saw my new trainer leave too because he was on the road for like 5 yrs & was a jr. but lost it & folded because of it. Who wants to take a step backwards? I started doubting why I stayed. But I had faith in making it. Years went by & I was getting no where. Until I got dumped by my boyfriend jr at the time, so they made me a jr too out of pity. I never advanced then. 3 yrs & no more driving out, taking spurs, nothing. So all the times I went to jail, all the tickets I got for driving messed up cars. All the bad credit for depositing bad checks in my bank account was for nothing. They even started telling me that I wouldn't be a manager!! Why should I stay? Because I met my last boyfriend. He was doing drugs & should of been fired because that is a big no-no on our crew, but I talked my managers into letting him stay because they were doing them, how would that be fair? But one day I come in from "t" &am! p; he's gone. Where did he go I asked. They told me he folded, I called him & not true. Here they had another agent fire him & drop him off in the middle of nowhere. I left as soon as I could. My escape? I was pregnant & this time I wasn't going through that again.
About two and a half years ago I joined a magazine crew based on an intriguing classified ad. I was home from college on break and my parents were really getting into me about getting a job. Although I always maintained excellent grades, and was involved in many social activities with my University, I was naïve to the ad that I responded to in our local paper. The ad was looking for 18 to 25 year olds. Being at the beginning of the reality TV craze, I was sure I was off to an audition for the next mindless series.
The guy that interviewed me was very well spoken, and attractive. He told me of his collegiate intentions and the intentions of other people who worked with him. He glamorized this sales position, and although I was hesitant, I joined the crew for a two-week trial period that was to last for 11 hellish months.
As soon as I stepped foot in the hotel, I was beleaguered by the character of people I encountered. They were noisy and for the most part, what I grew up knowing as White Trash.
I met with the owner of company the following day and he informed me of the “two-week rule”. The “two-week rule” was a mandate that all employees must be on crew for 14 days before engaging in sexual activity with any other people on crew. At first I thought he was joking. Did a rule like that need to be imposed? Wasn’t common sense and regard for one’s person more acceptable than a rule?
I found out that there was a reason for this rule. By the time I had been on crew for 10 days, I was drinking heavily and regularly. I had boys knocking on my door or calling my room at all hours of the night. Just inside of the two weeks, I was sleeping with one of the “old heads” on crew and welcoming advances from many others, including the two managers who traveled with us.
The longer I stayed on crew, the more money I made, the more I spent on alcohol, the more promiscuous I became. I developed a very close friendship with a girl on crew, and we made it our life’s mission to drain the countryside of all hard alcohol. I have never been partial to drugs or people who do drugs, so I avoided that at all costs, thinking that I was much better off than they were. Now I see that the only reason that I stayed for so long was because the monotony of knocking on doors and drinking until I passed out became my life, and I did not really care to see a better one.
I was known by the guys on the crew for my escapades with three-somes in work vehicles, fooling around in hotel pools, and on “jump”(the trip that we took to change cities). I was not the sweet little coed that had signed up for this ride.
Everything culminated on my 21st birthday. My good friend quit the crew that night and left me sobbing for her loss. I went down to the hotel bar for my first legal drink, and had 5 shots of tequila as well as 2 Long Island Iced Teas in a matter of ten minutes. My car handler then invited me to wait in his room while he got his wallet to buy liquor from the store. I felt ill immediately. I vomited in his bathroom for what seemed like and eternity before feeling his hands on my waist. He pulled my semi conscious body onto his bed and pulled my Capri pants down and proceeded to rape me.
I told my boss the morning after it happened. He told me not to call the police, that he would handle it. He called the owner, who lectured me on my prior sexual behavior. He told me that I was responsible for this, and that the police would not be involved. I called the police shortly thereafter. By the time the investigation had begun, my attacker had left the state and I was on a bus on my way home.
i joined mag-crew last summer...one day i woke up and decided i wanted a job, looked in the paper and ten minutes later i was sitting in a hotel room with some guy looking at a photo album of mantions and partys, looked ok to me. he told me he made 60+ k a year..he said come to denver an hour away from home in fort collins and train for two weeks, then were off to LA to work in promotions...i got down there and everyone seemed chill..i walked in and they handed me some cash and said thanks for coming..then they switched me crews, there was 30 people on the crew and they said they were changing me to a 'power crew' with 3 other guys cuz i was sharp. money was good, i wrote 20+ a day, of course we bs'd our way through million dollar homes to hit those digits...the boss got us into bars even though we were underage...couldnt tell ya how..then it got funny, he started not waiting till i was out of the office to yell at people, then one day he left my friend at a gas station for 4 hours, he was late so he needed to learn time management..the next day he left the same kid at a gas station with nothing for 10 hours, still learning time management he said, then put him on a red-eye bus to chicago with no money, a five day bus ride from wherever we were...oh yeah, we never made cali, the day after i got there they shipped us to boise...?? shortly before my friend was sent home he found his mom had cancer, the day he was fired our crazy boss hit him in the face with his pad case, then told him he hoped he would drown in his dying mothers blood. i signed on with a 500$$ bonus, which he never gave me...but im fighting him for it...after i got payed on night the next morning i called a cab to take me to the airport, i walked out of my room and he called me over, asked me to help move his stuff...i said ill be back in a minute, walked anround the corner and got in the taxi...f*@k him i say...he also threatened to smash my face in a couple times, i kind of wish he had so i could sue the shit out of the bastard...anyone reading this who's thinking of going...DONT..its stupid, on the flip side, if you like being yelled at and abused, lied to and ripped off and god knows what else, then go...you'll love it.oh yeah, if anyone is reading this who i sold to, though you wont know...boise, spokanne or portland...i hope you got your stuff...sorry i lied to you..you were all nice people, paticulary west lynn oregon.
my boss if you read this by my story you know you i am, im a mortgage broker now, cash you say? let me tell ya, your dumb ass has no idea. im not fighting you for my money cuz i need it, i just get a kick out of pissing you off...get a life, go home and take care of your family, quit being a dick.