Embarrassing all right, but not for the reasons you think.
Years ago, when I was as naïve as they come, I responded to a classified advertisement in the local newspaper. “Be your own boss! Work your own hours! Unlimited earnings! Register yourself for this life-changing seminar now!!!” Being at a loose end at the time and frustrated with my day job, I found myself paying a hundred bucks to get registered for a presentation outside the conference room of a hotel on
Over the next few days I found myself understanding bits and pieces of it, but mostly becoming hopelessly confused with their seemingly illogical policies. The supervisor who was assigned to me seemed genuinely helpful. Except that he clammed up when I quizzed him about what seemed to be a hardliner approach by the company, unfair percentages hopelessly skewed in favor of the upper levels and so on that put the newest member in a situation he’d want to wriggle out of ASAP. Give it time, he told me, and make all the efforts you can to sell, sell, sell. The money will follow. The uppity positions will follow the money. And make certain you purchase your Herbalife products from me (because that way he’d get a greater share of the profits). Meanwhile I came to know what an MLM is, what a pyramid scheme is, and why the people on the bottom rungs always end up losing. But this was a company traded publicly on the Nasdaq and had been around for decades in 52 countries around the world (this was drilled into our heads about 1 gazillion times) so it couldn’t possibly be a scam! Could it?
My supervisor rubbished my fears.
Wonder of wonders, in my 4 months of distributorship, I didn’t make a single sale for cash. Not one. This being
I couldn’t understand why no one wanted to try the stuff, but time after time it was drummed into my head that pushing myself into good-natured people’s houses and trying to ram it down their throats WAS the way. After all, they didn’t know what they were missing out on – ultimately it’s for their good!! As a single girl trying to make a go of it all by myself, I had my qualms about that (which I didn’t say aloud though). I was advised to create flyers and walk down
Fed up by now, I approached my supervisor and said this wasn’t working. He invited me to attend a lecture on marketing techniques organized by a distributor many levels up. Fifty odd students were given the low-down on all the ol’ tricks in the book and admonished for not being aggressive enough (yeah right, it’s all our fault). Interestingly, all the people I interacted with in the class had similar stories of failed sales calls to tell. Our potential prospects were perfectly pleasant with us until we popped the H-word.
I went back home and thought to myself, maybe it's time to quit. My supervisor gave me a mind-blowing suggestion. He said that maybe what I needed was to purchase a huge number of shakes in bulk from him (nothing to do with the fat percentage he would get of course) so that I could get bulk discounts, and next step – set up an advertising blitzkrieg in multiple channels (newspaper, mags, flyers) to maximize the probability of achieving sales in a short time. When I seriously got down to number crunching though, I realized the advertising costs would cut so deeply into profits that the end result just wouldn’t be worth it. Maybe a couple of hundred bucks at most. Pooh.
As a last resort, and frustrated as hell, I convinced myself that I should be doing what they do, i.e. recruit others to do the dirty work while I feed off the percentages from their efforts. Bingo! This time my 400-buck classified ad promising an appealing business offer for people who “wanted to be their own boss” elicited a tremendous number of calls and I directed them all to attend the presentation on Lavelle Road the next evening. Congratulating myself on my smart move – about time!! - I turned up at the conference hall to find four bakras beaming with anticipation after the presentation, and signing up for distributorship just like I had four months ago. I looked at them for a long time while they chatted with my supervisor. He made them feel so safe and comfortable with his soothing tone exuding warmth and that toothy trademark grin.
That’s when I realized I’d come full circle. And that by luring these unsuspecting lambs into that room I’d become as low, as conniving, as avaricious, as supremely pathetic as any of the men present in the room that evening. Maybe this is what they call the moment of truth. I left the venue without saying goodbye and drove straight home, deeply (and privately) ashamed.
I never did take my supervisor’s calls after that. The kabadiwaala happily lapped up my Herbalife shakes and manuals. Thankyou sir. But I suspect you got ripped off too.
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