A Day in the Life of a Network Marketer

          I happen to frequent a local business establishment at which someone I know is employed. I went in there the other day and he made a way to make it over to me, all neatly dressed In the gear the establishment requires, just to say something about me working online. This is exactly what happened:

          “Sup, Glenn? Man, I see you all on facebook promoting stuff. What sup with that?”

          He had said it openly, though there were many visitors to the establishment at the time. He had actually caught me off guard at first, I had to turn around to see who was talking to me. Then I quickly recalled that he did work there and I that I should have expected to see him. I hadn’t.  Nevertheless, I quickly responded, forever poised in marketing mode.  “Network marketing is what I use to build powerful relationships”, I said.

           "Man I be seeing you on there, on the internet. I showed my wife when she came home from work. I said, baby come look at Glenn." He said, only half-jokingly. "You don't care about people seeing you all online promoting that stuff?" He creased his hands along his shirt as though to reaffirm its tuck, habitually shaking his arms out at his wrists as though to loosen his invisible cuff links as he spoke.

                     "Sure I care. Just the other day I was telling my sponsor I don't think my message was reaching enough people. I care enough to try to change that."

              He looked at me a bit confused at first, as though I'd miss-answered his query. Then he said, "Y'all just done took over facebook. Just about every time I log in now I see one of y'all's promotion of some kind of pyramid junk. What you call it, networking?"

            "I refer to what I do by what it is: network marketing."

            “'Network marketing' ain’t another word for a scam is it? Man, you better leave that foolishness alone and get a real job.” After he spoke he darted off to attend to a visitor of the establishment who was overheard saying “See, this is exactly why I hate even coming in here.”

             Once he was gone I resumed to my matter at hand, not allowing his ignorance to register. But just as I thought that the moment was just a flash-and-gone moment, he returned and picked up from where he’d left. “Glenn, man you can’t be scamming people on the internet.”

          I chuckled a bit to downplay his open character assault. “I don’t scam.” I stated it as though I ‘d stated the day’s date. “I sell digital products, books that allow people to become more financially literate, to increase their understanding of financial realities. The products I sell are what anyone would pay for the same information through some other means. But the difference with purchasing the products with me is that by doing so you can get a return on your money. Instead of simply purchasing or utilizing a business only, I’m actually partnered with 4 Corners to attract more people to its products and opportunity. What I do is inform people that there is an alternative to simply working for your money”

          “What is it that you sell?”

          Without exposing his fatal flaw of having negated my work without knowing what my work entails, I said: “I am partnered with 4 Corners Alliance Group to market its suite of digital financial books. For a one-time payment of $18 you get 5 books that centers on financial realities. The Books alone make what I sell worth the price. But there’s a greater benefit in purchasing the books from 4 Corners. I, and anyone who purchase the information from 4 Corners Alliance Group, is also allowed to earn commissions from the introduction of the product to others. This is what the marketing that I do entail.”

          “Yeah, but why everything got to be a pyramid scheme?” He tried to put on an earnest face. I didn’t know if it was the uniform of his establishment, but he failed miserably to display sincerity. I thought he was pandering for the audience. 

          “What do you mean by ‘pyramid scheme?’”, I asked. Since he was persisting on pursuing this matter under the safe havens of his place of employment, I decided to let him walk into his own trap.

          “Man, you know what I mean: You got to go get somebody, and they go get somebody and so on. Then you be on one level and after so many people they be on another level.  All that crap.”

           In his immediate background the lady who’d made the previous outburst of dissatisfaction was becoming more agitated. “Where the manager?”, she said. She held a toddler and kept shifting him from one hip to the other.

    I said, “In my line of work, that means more people are benefiting from the connections.”

          “Naw, that just means you got people doing all the work for you.  See, you have to work at a real business where people are gonna come regardless, just because everybody heard of it.” I didn’t glance around, I only imagined heads all around him doing a double-take at that comment.

          “All businesses require time to establish themselves as legitimate enterprises. Network marketing is no different.” I said.

          “Man, y’all just say that to get people to put their money in. People work too hard for their money to be throwing it away.”

          “The books I sell cost $18-  once. That's the only out of pocket expense. Not only are they financially informative, they connect you to an immediate income source. An eighteen dollar scam would require too many people before just one of them exposed it-“

           “Mr. …, Can I get your assistance over here, please?”  I turned quickly to see his co-worker beckoning him to help him resolve the distressed lady’s bereavement.  My friend had to quickly depart our conversation he was so eager to discuss so publicly.

            He was just explaining to the lady that he’d tried to explain before what he’d tried to explain, when the manager appeared from the office, tucking her cell phone in her hand bag to effect a professional mannerism.  “Ma’am, how can I help you?” The manager gently grabbed the berate lady’s elbow and guided her towards the office. Afterwards, the two co-workers stood openly debating who would get the blame.

            The manager and the lady reappeared shortly. The manager said rather loudly, “Give her a full refund on that item. Allow her to choose any item she wish with a fifteen percent discount.”

            “Naw. I just want my refund so I can go.”

            The three employees looked at each other all at once. The manager shook her head and quickly retreated back to her office. The lady was issued a refund. She shifted the toddler across her hips a few times while waiting. After she left, the manager returned. This time she held the remnants of a diet Pepsi in one hand, and business forms in the other. “Here” she said, handing the two employees separate papers. “Fill out these incident reports. I had to call the regional manager to authorize that return. He said to give y’all these just in case corporate comes sniffing. Y’all already know how he is: always covering his tracks.”

            I quickly finished my matter and walked passed him as I was leaving. “We’ll talk some more about pyramid schemes when you have time. “ I said, reaching in my pocket.

            I handed him one of my business cards emboldened with 4 Corners Alliance Group’s implant and my referral link. Then, effecting the look as though I was seeing the forms he held for the first time, I handed him an ink pen. “Here, you might need this”, I said.
            Then I left

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