A Waste of Time
I went to Ortigas after school early this evening, all swanked up in my favorite pair of pinstripe pants, a light cotton long-sleeved top, and a nice pair of shoes, to attend what was supposed to be a preliminary meeting to a series of financial analysis training sessions.
It turned out to be yet another attempt to recruit me into another network marketing scheme.
I sat through three hours of outdated videos, inaccurate facts, and long-winded spiels on how their company was the best, how it could help me earn money quickly - you know, the usual shit.
I sat though the whole of it, just to be proper, but I was bent on giving a polite no to the recruiter afterwards.
It turned out to be yet another attempt to recruit me into another network marketing scheme.
I sat through three hours of outdated videos, inaccurate facts, and long-winded spiels on how their company was the best, how it could help me earn money quickly - you know, the usual shit.
I sat though the whole of it, just to be proper, but I was bent on giving a polite no to the recruiter afterwards.
Me: I'm sorry, but it's against my principles to join any network marketing schemes. It's just that I've seen so many friendships broken, so many people blaming each other for not winning back their initial investments - you know, these kinds of incidents - in this kind of business. And besides, I don't personally know anyone who has actually succeeded in this sort of racket. [And I told an anecdote about how I had a friend who went through three network marketing schemes one after the other, going bust on each one.]
Him: [Apparently having ran out of things to say to convince me] But maybe you just feel inferior to this friend of yours because you don't think you can succeed in life.
Me: [At first I didn't quite get his retort to my arguments, but eventually I realized that it was a last-ditch attempt to challenge my ego. Wrong move bud.] You know what, no thanks. I'm leaving. Me, and my network of contacts (who are actual business majors, by the way) who you're trying so hard to recruit - we don't believe that this kind of business - no offense - we don't believe that this whole network marketing thing is the proper way of doing business; heck, we don't even think that it's real business.
Him: [Apparently having ran out of things to say to convince me] But maybe you just feel inferior to this friend of yours because you don't think you can succeed in life.
Me: [At first I didn't quite get his retort to my arguments, but eventually I realized that it was a last-ditch attempt to challenge my ego. Wrong move bud.] You know what, no thanks. I'm leaving. Me, and my network of contacts (who are actual business majors, by the way) who you're trying so hard to recruit - we don't believe that this kind of business - no offense - we don't believe that this whole network marketing thing is the proper way of doing business; heck, we don't even think that it's real business.
And I know I'm not what I used to be, but I sure as hell wanted to say - You don't fucking know who you're talking to, bitch. Don't you dare call me inferior. Go pass UP or Ateneo first. Fuck off - I'll call you when I make my first billion and I'll give you a real job.
posted by Jonathan at 11:12 PM
4 Comments:
Having been through these "businesses" myself, I commend you on being as savvy at age 20 as I wish I was. Way to go.
Jeff from Indiana
wow, my first international commenter!
thanks man.
nice move jonat! :P these networking people tried to nab us as well, saying that it was a seminar about mutual funds. I told them I'd rather start a stock portfolio instead. Which I am doing in august once I study the trends. Sama ka minsan sa PSE? >p
no thanks. you can't beat the market, dear. not unless there's a crisis.
and even if you do, returns on philippine stocks are too small.
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