Ok, first off I would like to say that, I am a former employee of this so called "company" and you all need to know what goes on behind the scenes when we aren't going around ripping people off.
The first time I found out about Palmetto was through a classified ad newspaper that made the company sound like a dream come true, "Travel the USA representing Fashion Sports and Celebs! and get paid!" Well, of course I've always wanted to trvael the US and I was in desperate need of a job and I really wanted to leave Alabama.
So I called the number and talked to Lucas Schwahn the manager of one of the many teams who worked for Palmetto, I found out there were a bunch of other teams and we were all suppose to be competing aginst each other for this contest or somethin, but he had told me that I could make about 600.00 in one week! Well, you know my mom was having financial difficulties and I thought "Wow 600.00? I could send mom that money and help her out a bit"
So I signed up he paid for my greyhound ticket and I travelled out to AZ. He met me out in Tuscon and we drove out to Phoenix. The first day was cool. I got to sleep in my own room for the rest of the day and all. But I was told that we might have to leave for Texas because our team was so small, we weren't bringing in enough sales.
The next day I was out for the work, I had a trainer (and of course it had to be the boss' girlfriend) and she was all spunky and great. She told these people about the contest and trying to sell magazines. She sold about 7 that day and I thought, "Wow I can do that!" I got paid that night we had to bring our sales in and all and she gave me one cause I was only out training. I got 20.00 so I spent it on food and cigarettes.
That following day more training, but the thing was, I started to feel uncomfortable. The boss had told me on the phone there was going to be no use of drugs, and I am an ex drug addict, so it's kind of hard for me to say no sometimes. But we were invited into this guys house. Yeah ok Melissa sold four magazines to him, but she also shared some pot with him as well. I wanted some but I told myself no, that's when things started going down hill.
That following day I was out on my own. I had no luck selling anything, but there was another worker that had been there for about a week and also having trouble selling things. They cursed at him and made him even more frightened then he already was. I felt bad for him, but it seemed he had pretty much a bad attitude about the whole thing anyways.
I got paid that night, but I didn't think the 600.00 a week thing was going to happen, which pretty much upsetted my mother and so I told her, "If you can wait two weeks I'll have atleast 300.00" but I knew that meant I would have to starve and go without cigarettes.
The following day was even worse. It was raining really hard and me and Scott (the guy with the bad attitude) went off selling magazines. I was cold and hungry. I hadn't eaten anything for breakfast and I was soaking wet but I tried keeping a straight face and a good attitude the whole time.
I didn't get paid that night although I did make one sale. I thought that was kind of suspicious but I was informed that if I made at least 3 sales after training I was to get 20.00. I was hurt and angry, and also bumming cigs from everyone, so I went to bed last night with hunger pains, and homesick.
So Friday we leave for texas. Once again I eat nothing for breakfast and I was feeling grumpy because I had no food. I felt cramped and very sick but they still made me do a few drops that night when we went into Las Cruces, this nice couple let me have something to eat cause they could plainly see I hadn't eaten for almost 3 days.
So anyways I fall asleep, and wake up the next morning in the van and find out we got stuck in Ft Stockton, and we were going to be there for quite sometime. I was only focusing on my hunger right then and there and not any work we were going to do. So I scrounged around in my purse hoping that I could maybe find a little something to sustain me, but I found my checkbook instead. I know my account was closed but I didn't want to die from not eating so I got up, and ran to the gas station and sure enough they took out of state checks. So I grabbed anything I could get my grubby little hands on and wrote a check out. I also did this for walmart when we finally got up enough money for a hotel room.
So of course I felt better with cigarettes and food. But the guys that night (this was halloween) got some cocaine from a guy from the next room over. I sat there helplessly almost with tears in my eyes while I saw them do lines. (I use to do it a logn time ago, temptation can be a vile thing) but as hard as it was I said no.
Anyways, we went out the next morning to sell magazines, and a cop had stopped me. He had informed me that the company I was with did NOT have a permit to sell magazines here and we couldn't do it anymore. I also found out that day that my friend got beaten up by some people just because they could. This was getting bad, and I was getting more scared then ever. So we head out to Houston as soon as we got whatever needed fixed fixed, and when we get there I find out I was fired because I didn't WORK for my money to buy food, and they said if I wanted to eat I had to work for it.
I got pissed, I literally punched Lucas out and just walked, he bought my ticket back home and I will tell you I took my shoes off and i had alot of calisus on my feet.
Ok so this is what happened. The magazines are scams yes but the reason why for this long story was to tell you all what went behind the curtains. Everything happened drugs, betrayal, and lies so don't trust palmetto. They lure unsuspecting people in to sell their magazines and if you don't do it the way they want they'll shut you down
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