Primerica (PFS) is Multi-Level Marketing (MLM)

I am amazed that Multi-Level Marketing (MLM) still exists.  Are there that many people who are willing to believe the empty promises?  Is the deception that good?  In short, MLM exists so that someone can sell a product or service without having to pay employees.  Also, it prevents having people shop around for a better product or service.

I'm a magnet for MLM offers, which is pretty impressive because I wouldn't think that my introverted programmer demeanor is really that big of a draw for those who claim to be looking for someone with "great customer service skills."

www.primerica.com

Today I was the target for Primerica Financial Services (PFS).  I got a call on my cell phone letting me know that their company was looking to grow quickly and that they had opportunities available.  That's the beauty of MLM; they are always looking to grow quickly.  The lady on the phone wouldn't identify herself or the company.  She just called it PFS and that I should join their interview session at 2633 E. Indian School Rd Ste 270, Phoenix, AZ.  She asked what kind of work I was looking for and said that they were looking for entry level to upper managers.  The answer to every one of my questions was, "We would love to have you come to our office so that we can go over that."  My creep-out meter was registering an eleven.

After the call, and a few Google searches, I confirmed:

• That PFS was Primerica Financial Services.  See superpages.com.
• That Primerica is doing MLM.  See http://www.consumerfraudreporting.org/primamerica.php
• That Primerica is still doing MLM.  See http://articles.businessinsider.com/2010-04-01/wall_street/30092130_1_primerica-recruiter-mlm

I'm afraid to admit that back in college I actually went and "interviewed" at a Primerica office.  I was selling TVs at the time and a would-be customer complimented me on my customer service skills (again, remember I'm an introverted programmer) and thought I would be interested in an offer he had.  I was younger and dumber then so my creep-out meter probably only hit an eight, but I'm happy to say that I walked out.