I am an eighteen year old female who worked for the cydcor division of the the ds-max cult for 8 weeks. In those 8 weeks, I had a nervous breakdown, lost my fiance, and nearly lost my real family too.
They promised I would be protected while knocking door-to-door in ghetto 3rd ward areas by at least 1 male employee to be "bunny-hopping" The assistant manager lied about that, the guys with me were not to be concerned with my safety and were advised not to waste their time and money because I was scared for my life as I encountered pedifiles who unzipped their hearts, bleeding crackheads, crackwhores, and creepy drugdealers who stalked me. I realized right away that I was not safe, but when I questioned the manager about the safety of her employees she said they never had a problem in the whole year that Powers and Johnson ran the office.
Within 1 week I was a leader and i wasnt even ringing the bell everyday. My first retrain was an ex-employee with hard times, who needed to come back to pay for her mothers surgeries, during that retrain (5-6 into the business) I learned that she had been beaten horribly to a bloody pulp in the streets of downtown houston.
The woman, being my size but much older (about 115 lbs.) lost her credit cards, almost her eye, part of her intestines and even her identity for 3 years while a man for grand theft auto served his sentence in her name! The man with her watched her get pulverized with a gun and did nothing to help, her only help were scared customers.
I've been encountered with racial intolerence numerous occassions and the black employees had it worse in white neighborhoods. Anything negative about the company was never to be told to us new people.
I've been through all different colors of floodwater, I was nearly killed by a tornado my last week of work as I was on the seawall, alone, at least a mile from any team members, left with no homes anywhere in site except an empty apartment complex, with only garages to hold onto.
The tornado was less than 60 yards away. I was chewed out immensely for being scared and worried about the other girls who were helped by the customers in their own territories.
Meanwhile, my partner wanted to get arrested for trespassing and I suffered from the worst ear infection possible for me, b/c that same partner kept my jacket that protected my head ever since the christmas party where she left 3 employees, including me in Dallas to find our own rides back to our cars at the office 4 hours away.
This company was just like the testimonials of other rebuttals in the sense that it was a JUICE cult. I was embarrased by the manager at least twice a week publicly, (from what I saw) and told by my leaders that they wanted me fired because I couldnt get ten apps a day every day, which the presidents roommates couldnt get 5-6 ever.
There was no job security and I felt like I had given up my soul and body for the opportunity to succeed.
Questions about the company always led to lies or threats. The days of observation were tricked into signing, while the managers and leaders laughed at their anticipation of joining the company.
Meanwhile employees had to find other ways to make money, but thats impossible when you work 68 hours a week. On the First Choice energy campaign, headed by Cynthia Kelly, applications were accepted on a credit qualification.
I thought i really made some cash when I made $350 dollars in production (the standard for everyone)daily. Ten apps turned into 1. So my $230 days ended up $23 because of credit, since we were being sent to crappy areas of apartment homes and trailer parks. 90% of my work was rejected. My cell phone bill went from $80 a month to $1000!!!!!! and my gas tank was always empty and I am still $1600 in debt to people I convinced I'd be a millionaire someday because I had what it takes. I was gullable and ripped off.
The emotional damage of quitting a job was hard to get over and I wondered what the suicide rate for ds-max and cydcor was often. I want these companies shut down. I feel sorry for anyone trapped into the game of this cult. The movie, Requiem for a Dream should have been enough warning for me as paranoid as I was when watching everyone go apeshit after Tappy Tibbons' JUICE infomercial.
When 68 plus hours a week broke down to $4.41 per hour I quit and I wanted to take everyone there down with me, but it wasnt allowed, and I am still owed many items, like suits from the trainees i was supposed to help.
I HATE ALL OF THEM AND I PRAY FOR ANYONE TRAPPED INTO THEIR MANIPULATION. and f*** every owner
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