Leaving the cult of oils

I want to start by saying, this is all alleged, hypothetical and for legal reasons a story. If I'm going to be sued, I'm only willing to be sued by a company I have an ounce of respect for. So, let's be clear this is just a really well written blogpost.

I've spent almost 6 years wrapped up in "The oil company". I thought I made friends, was building a business to financial freedom and was hustling til I made it. I took the courses, I WENT to the events (costing me thousands), I followed my uplines orders and placed $300+ orders monthly. Accumulating more crap than I knew what to do with, but they continued to tell us it was how we NEEDED to invested into our families and future selves. So, I hit add to cart more and more every month. Years rolled by. I thought I found my "girl tribe" at one point. Left my kids, and paid way too much money for tickets/travel to go with them to Nashville to go to "events". "Learning events! Community building". Whatever the fuck that even meant. All too quickly I realized the High School mean girls grew up a few years and had just bought an oil kit. Slapping on a tan hat and a smile, the new aesthetic was to looking pleasing as the nice girl, while keeping up all their High School mean girls ways.

How the dream began to clearly be just a white girl in a tan hat in the desert

It started with "It's Brittany B, bish" (not using real names so I don't get sued, my lawyer is already sick of my ass this year) deciding to throw another Nashville event. Another weekend of "learning and community". I signed in to see the ticket prices. $300?!?! IN THIS ECONOMY?? I gasped. While I'm always very open with our household income (what kind of career coach would I be if I wasn't?), I knew the majority of my downline wouldn't be able to afford that kind of ticket. How was this an event meant to "COLLAB" when it was eliminating the majority of people who would have interest in coming? What it really was was a money making scheme, disguised as an event that was intended to only be attended by the 1%.

300 attendies at $250-300 per ticket. I quickly asked myself, "IS THIS A 100K EVENT?! IS USHER GOING TO APPEAR?!? WHY THE FUCK IS THIS SO EXPENSIVE?! "

When it became quite obvious there was just no way this event was costing anyone hosting 100K, I was left with the truth of what this "community collaboration" really was. Another money making scheme. It left a taste in my mouth that neither water, nor oils, could remove.

Suddenly I saw these events for what they were, just a white girl in a tan hat in the desert.

You can lead a corporation to water, but you can't make them ethically source it

A few days later it was another brick, suddenly my oily boat was taking on water. So much, my hands were beginning to prune from how much I was having to cup them and scoop up the flowing bullshit, desperately trying to throw it back overboard. Zooms began to leak from Corporate. Screen shots from Facebook groups of Corporate workers. Saying they were blindsided by their layoffs. They had been PROMISED this wouldn't happen (to retain them?), that they were given little to no notice and not even allowed to say goodbye or collect their things. Some having worked at the Corp offices 7-8+ years. As a 13 year Career Coach, I ruthlessly go in on shady ass Corporations who do business like this. Nothing was going to keep this business, just because I had spent so much time and money investing into it, safe from my big ass mouth discussing their actions. This isn't how you run a business, this isn't how you treat workers, this isn't how you show loyalty that your customers will want to emulate. It left my stomach in knots, I was suddenly sea sick and found myself no longer desperately trying to keep the waves from crashing into my sinking lifeboat. Now the tide of truth felt cleansing. I needed this company rinsed off me so badly, I was finally ready to abandon ship and just jump into the mlm-shark infested waters.

Scooby Doo & the mystery of the etiquetadora

A friend of mine sent me a video of her cutting the label off her "juice" bottle. This person is MY personal friend, this wasn't sent through several hands or edited. She recorded in IG and sent it in DM. Person to person. With her approval I sent it to Julianna. After I remarked how crazy her situation was, I ran to my own fridge. Pulling the mostly drained bottle from its chilly cradle, I saw what can only be described as an unusual label. Years of buying this over priced go-go juice, I knew this wasn't the normal label. So, I recorded myself slicing it open. Like a bad Scooby Doo episode, I unmasked exactly what my friend had seen herself. A confusing label beneath the label. Underneath the plastic and unusual cover of juice, I found a Spanish label with conflicting information. Despite what some have tried to spin, it wasn't an issue of understanding measuring. LITERAL different ingredients on each. I found myself deep in the International Trade Administrations website, reading rules and regulations. Looking up FTC regulations, safety standards and whatever the fuck happened to our bottles.

Posting myself opening one bottle. Then two. Then three. Now the hate messages, voice messages asking me what my "agenda was" came rolling in. Some attacking my kids, my family, my husband, my use of a nanny, how I looked. I called Corporate for answers. As I expected, almost as if they read my prediction from a note card, they repeated back to me my predicted spin. "Supply chain", but why not be pro-active months ago if you had nothing to hide? Why not proudly tell everyone your plans when it happened if all you wanted was to not hinder supply? Instead you LITERALLY hid it under another label.

Ultimately, I once again pulled the mask off and found the bad guy was the girl in the tan hat with the aesthetic Instagram.

Once a Villain, shame on you.

Twice a Villain, shame on me.

Three times? Call your Dad, you're in a cult. Everything expressed here is alleged, my opinion, and for legal purposes should be taken as a joke. Any similarities or likeness to any person(s), company, product, or situation is an absolute coincidence. Use your best judgement when reading this post.