after reading some of those reports...
One thing struck me about the salesgirl after talking with her, though...She was college age, and in casual conversation she spoke about how much she dreamed and wanted to go to Italy (Milan), but what struck me as odd was that she didn't seem to know the first thing about Italy in general (i've never been there, but at least I can tell you SOME things about the country)...I had a (obvious) desktop wallpaper picture of Rio displayed on my computer, and she thought it was Paris...I also found it strange that as I was writing the check, she asked for a little cash up front to 'secure' the subscription (I gave her $5, which I am now wondering if she kept for herself)
This is the report of a former employee from
http://www.ripoffreport.com/reports/ripoff43048.htm:------------------------------------------------
I used to work for a branch of ISS called millenium sales. i read a help wanted add in the paper that said "cool travel job" so i called. three days later i was on a bus. to what i thought was going to be a great oppertunity. the first day or two went ok. but then the slavery set in. first was the brain washing of what they call there first five. they not only made you memorize it but live by it. repeating it time and time again day after day after day. our days started at 530 am when we all woke up then it was off for coffee. followed by what they called morning meeting. AKA Brain washing. after the meeting we went to breakfast most of the kids couldnt rub two pennys together. they gave us 15 dollars a day to live off of. after supper the night before and a pack of cig's most of the kids couldnt afford breakfast or lunch. so we got sent out starving. we traveled in 15 passenger vans usually craming up to 20 kids in them. they would pick out a neighbourhood like a hawk. then someones name would be called out they would drop us off and give us a time they would be back and where to meet them. it was usually about two hours. this all started at about 11 am we would usually have 5 "drops" bringing our day to an end at about 9. then after the last drop we would have to drive back to the motel. it was usually about 10 pm by the time we got back. then we had to do turn in. which was giving them the money for the magazines we sold. turn in was usually over at about 11 to quarter after 11. then if you werent able to get 5 people to help you and buy a mag. you had to go to what they call under 5 meeting. which usually started at midnight. it was about 1 am when the meeting was over. then it was off to your room where they crammed up to 5 of us in a room which ment that 3 of us would have to sleep on the hard floor. by the time you got settled in and ready for bed it was almost 2 am. your feet ached from walking non stop for 10 hours a day every day. your nuckles were sore from having to knock on doors all day long. i got athleats foot while i worked for them but off 15 dollars a day i couldnt afford new socks. shoes. not even anything to put on them to get rid of the athleats foot. my feet started to fall apart skin was comming off in sheets. it burned to walk . but it got no attention. i told the boss. and he said work or get left behind. so i had to keep going. they would have left me in some town thousands of miles from home if i didn't no money. not knowing anyone.sundays were supposed to be our days off. but when we woke up sunday morning we would have to pack our stuff. then load it into trailers. then thy would cram about 20 of us in a 15 passenger van and set off for the next town.driving all day and all night. no way to get comfortable and sleep. when they stopped for gas. we would all try and get out and streatch. but not having any money we couldnt eat. usually monday morning we would pull into a differnt town most times a different state. we would get our rooms about 9 am unload all of our stuff then be expected to get ready to go to work. no sleep no food. not a sign of energy. just exausted but we couldnt say anything or we would get left behind. if we didnt sell we didnt get paid. it might only be 15 dollars a day. but our lives depended on it. so next time you have a kid knock on your door. dont slam it in their face. yuo dont need to buy a magazine if you dont want. but maybe you could offer him or her something to drink. or a bite to eat or maybe give him or her a dollar or two. its not alot of money but it means alot to them. believe me they will be thankfull. you might have just saved them from starving for another day. i can only hope that someone reads this and understands what i had to go through. and i would like to thank a very wonderful lady who lives in pacifica california. i knocked on her door one day. she didnt buy a magazine but she gave me 10 dollars. it wasnt much money to her but it ment food for me i hadnt eaten in two days. i will never forget her.
Bruce - Lake Havasu, Alabama
U.S.A.
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