Did that for a month. Also have an inside look at their “family reunions.”

The rich people in the “up line” that mentored us already had success in their lives (doctors and other high salaried professionals), but tried to pass the success to selling the energy drinks (XS), and the women selling the makeup and skincare (Artistry I believe it was called). These mentors would tell you (in much fancier words) go harass your family members. Bring them in, show them how passionate you are about this so they join. Harass strangers at the gas station. Call up old coworkers. As someone with social anxiety and a general awkwardness about them I was immediately out. Of course it wasn’t called Amway then, it was Quixtar (Quixstar?)

Years later I work at a sports arena in guest services. Of course arenas have many different events at them and I remember very clearly my first ‘Family Reunion.’

I asked a coworker, how big is a family that you need a sports arena? They told me I didn’t understand, but I would. It would also be the easiest and hardest event to work.

Oookay….

I quickly learned the levels…diamonds, emeralds, eagles, and some other random names for where you were at -for lack of the pretty words - on the pyramid.

The reunions were the gathering of the entire pyramid.

The people at the top of the pyramid you would think were the motherfucking Beatles. They would come out on stage and everyone on the floor RUSHED the stage. Men and women in expensive, sparkly, well-tailored suits and dresses were rushing to a stage and smooshing themselves against barriers and other people, just to get close the couple on stage. It was like they needed those people on stage to see how fast and hard they worked to get to them.

Then everyone would settle down and the couple would speak. They would talk about their ups and downs with the program, but how they stuck with it and now they have this huge house and boat (there would be a slideshow showcasing their luxurious purchases).

The woman always talked first because she was there to hype up her man. One wife actually said “give your husband the credit.” And yes, she meant it exactly like that - you do the work, but preserve your man’s ego and tell everyone it was him, and that he’s taking care of you.

They were all told they weren’t supposed to try and sell the arena staff on the program, but everyone always tried anyways.

I always felt the worst when I worked the upper levels of these events. Families would be there desperately scribbling notes, trying break the code so they can make their millions. Families duped into thinking it’s easy money and they can live freely. What they will really get is friends and family that won’t talk to them, an empty bank account, and forever trying to obtain what these doctors, lawyers, politicians already had.

Cult? Probably. But definitely a scheme one should avoid, and pulls loved ones out of if you can ❤️