Showing posts with label tax accountant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tax accountant. Show all posts

Friday, April 10, 2009

Most Endangered


Look here, my friend.
Aren't you tired of going after the good, the bad, and the ugly: Trying to recruit everyone you meet into your MLM business?
"Use the three-foot rule," they say. "Eveyone that comes within three feet tell them about your business. Sometimes you have to be "Ignorance On Fire"."
Lemme ask you this. Have their suggestions gotten so deeply entrenched in your mind you can't see reality any longer?
Can't you see you're trapped in their game? If you drop out of the program they will lose a loyal customer. That's not what they want, so they keep you hooked on the line with heavily laced pep talks. Fifty years ago it was great, but not any longer. We've now truly entered into the information age.
Okay, okay. This is hurting a little. The truth usually does. But it is not nearly as bad as when you wake up and the medication wears off. That's when MLMers run from one opportunity to another. They gotta have the meds to keep them going.
You are just another integral part of their advertising plan. That's all you'll ever be. It'll take you years and years to make it big in MLM. Good concept: nothing more.
They've got you doped-up, hyped with words and empty promises. Their comp' plan is more like Complan -- the energy drink that makes you feel good: that's it.
Think about it!
They've got you thinking you're going to be rich in a couple of months. Sleep it, Eat it, and Drink it. You're going to be rich. But when; and how will you get there based on what you're doing now?
So you go to lunch everyday, and you buy the cheapest item on the menu; a cup of coffee. And then you proudly march out of the restaurant picking your teeth with toothpicks, trying to make someone believe you were eating a delicious stake.
Gotta save your money for the books, tapes, CDs, DVDs, seminars, sales material, and business cards. Spend, spend, spend! It's your business and you have to build it. And don't forget about the tax incentives.
Tax incentives! What tax incentives?
Yes! It's your business. You're suppose to run it like a business, not an expensive hobby?
You're in business to make a profit. If you're not making a profit, it's a hobby.
To continue with what you're doing now will mean that your so-called business will be heading for top recognition in the Guiness Book of Most Endangered Businesses Species.
I'm sure that's not what you want.
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How To Be a Sloppy Millionaire

Millionaires aren't two a penny these days, but I'm sure you'd love for your name to be on the top ten list of rich folks in your city.
Think about it, eh!
You're no longer hitting the timeclock at a j-o-b, but fat paychecks stubs are frequently cutting a path to your mailbox. Your business has never been better.
Look! It's midday and you're just now dragging yourself out from the sack. You hobbled down the stairs, and flopped down in your office.
Your only item for discussion today (not problem; you don't have problems -- you just have discussions) is keeping your accounting books straight for the tax man. A few clicks on the computer, and you're done.
Sloppy as you are, (hair all disheavled, teeth aint brushed, faced aint washed) in a minute you're in your office. Not to work, just to discuss matters with your friend the accountant on your videophone.
What a deal, eh!
As you glided pass a mirror down the hall, you glanced at your image, and surely enough you look like sh..! For once you had to agree with the mirror.
Before you got settled in your high-back leather chair, to your surprise someone rang the doorbell. So you checked the security video monitor.
It's a kid!
Slowly and laboriously you climbed back up the stairs, opened the door, and the kid immediately turned white as a ghost as he says,
"Sorry sir! my mom said you were a millionaire." He instantly turned and scampered across your expensive green lawn, like a scared animal running for life.
"And so..." you hollered; puzzled.
"I've never seen a bloody sloppy millionaire before" said the kid, tripping over his legs.
What the...!
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