My fiance decided that we were going to go to a presentation on health and nutrition. A friend of hers was giving the presentation and she was going - I was, of course, expected to go along. I figured, what the heck, it’s only an hour and half of my Thurs night. Maybe I’ll even learn something. I didn’t ask too many questions about it, I just went along with it.
On the way over, I asked how much it cost to sit in on this presentation. Nothing was the answer. Shit. Why would anyone give a free presentation? They must be trying to sell something. I still wasn’t too upset. I don’t eat as healthy as I probably should - maybe I could buy some vitamins.
When we get there, sure enough, there’s an entire product line sitting at the front of the room. Oh well, I’ll listen and make the best of it. The presentation was actually quite good. Nothing revolutionary - basically the importance on antioxidants and what they do. I also learned why to keep sugar intake down and causes of adult onset diabetes. By the end of the presentation (which was about an hour) I felt like I had a better understanding nutrition and why I should eat what I should eat.
Then it all when downhill. This chippy bimbo gets up in front of the audience and starts talking to us like we’re a bunch of little fucking kindergarteners. Couldn’t we use more money? I know I like new shoes! Wouldn’t you all like to go shoe shopping!? It’s soooo easy, just get two of your friends to join!
She emphasized that this was NOT a pyramid scheme, this was Network Marketing! I sat there for an hour listening to this drivel. You could be making an extra $1000 a week! Without doing anything! I was fucking pissed to be sitting there, but my fiance didn’t want to seem rude, so we sat through the whole fucking thing. By the time we left, I was noticably annoyed. I hate sitting through 30 sec commercials on TV, and here I was trapped for over two fucking hours.
The real bitch of it? She got pissed at me for being upset! I couldn’t fucking believe it. She got me to go to this thing under false pretenses (she didn’t know either, but it certainly wasn’t my idea), and was mad at me for being upset that she dragged me to this thing.
I’ve certainly learned my lesson. Nothing is free. If you are going to a presentation in a hotel conference rooom and they are not charging you, they’re selling something. Fuck, I want my two hours back.