Monica
Southeast,#2UPDATE EX-employee responds
Thu, November 20, 2003
Tom, Thank you for your letter. It touched on the issues that many don't really comment on when they list the many negatives assoiciated with this very dangerous organization. I found myself remembering my own experiences with Cydcor, and how zombie-like and strange everyone seemed. I was there long enough (only 2 months) to become a little zombied myself. The first big red flag happened to me when they began strangely dictating how I should travel on a roadtrip. There were four of us going about 600 miles to another office, and two of the 'leaders' tried to split up a carpool I set up with another new girl. It made me extremely uncomfortable that they were insisting on splitting us up (because we were missing an 'opportunity' to pick the leaders brains on the long drive) Yeah, right. As you well know, they keep new people as far away from each other as possible. It's too much risk for independent thought. I was so angry at the arrangement of my travel plans I refused to go on the roadtrip. (it wasn't like they were paying my way. They weren't paying me at all.) They attacked me from all sides, telling me I was making the biggest mistake of my career. (um, I'd been there a week.) Of course, after this, they gave me the old cold shoulder. You know the games. I think at the time it hurt me, and I tried to get back in with the group, but to no avail. I could take the no pay, the hard work, the hours, all the sacrifices in the world, but the manipulative, inhuman behaivior isn't worth a million dollars. I saw more coldness, greed, and ugliness, than I have ever witnessed in my entire life, in just two months. I got yelled at for standing by myself in the atmosphere room for just one lousy minute. (what the hell is wrong with you! go learn something from a leader! go ask questions! go practice pitch!) Something snapped inside of me when some big shot came in to give one of his little "I have six cars and you don't" speeches. He told this tragic story about a personal loss, someone he cared for had died. How he ran into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face and then went on with his day. The moral of his little story was that he kept on working despite his horrible loss, and that we should always do the same. His story saddened me. The ultimate zombie, he 'made it' in the business and doesn't know what life is about. I left the next day. I wanted no part of that. I know the standard response for those still trapped in the life. "That's not my office". Yes it is. The system breeds it. It is, bottom line, a dangerous job, because if you do 'make it', chances are slim that you have anything left inside. It will destroy you're spirit, I promise you that.