I was in a cult once. Boy, did that make me bitter for awhile, mostly because I never thought I was the type of person who could be scammed. I’ve always been on the lookout for religious cults, but it never occurred to me that business cults existed. Basically I was kept ‘in line’ through manipulation. Anytime I began to think that my manager or my company was asking too much of me (like working 7 days a week for months on end, wearing a pager and cell phone 24-7, being on call literally everyday, being required to call management several times per day, being asked to do ‘free work’ for the good of the ‘team’, etc…) I would get hit w/, “Well, you love your family, don’t you? And if you don’t do the kinds of things others won’t, you can’t have the kind of life you’ve dreamed of for those you love.â€
Little statements like that drove me to work even harder, often for a pittance of money, thinking that if I could squeeze in a few more hours, if I could get just a little bit better, the levy would break and all that I’d ever dreamt of for my family would happen. I remember a specific incident where I had agreed to travel on a day when the interstates and highways were literally closed because of the worst ice storm in the state’s history. The state patrol warned people that if they got stranded, there would be no one out to pick them up. A trip that would have normally taken 30 minutes took me nearly 4 hours. The next day I was complaining to my manager that I’d made a bad judgment call, and should have stayed home, to which he responded, “That’s the kind of things winners do. And you want to be a winner for your family, don’t you?â€
God, how do you answer that?
Isolation from people outside of the cult was very important to making it work. Anyone that wasn’t 100% in agreement w/ you was labeled as jealous, lazy, incapable of making a difference in the world. Hanging out with those kinds of people, even if they were your spouse, was met with derision, mockery, and humiliation tactics. Daily meetings for your dose of indoctrination was required. There was no such thing as calling in sick for work. Only the weak minded were sick. Since weakness was to be avoided at all costs, you didn’t take days off. I can recall one time that I had the flu and kept having to excuse myself from an appointment to go throw up, brush my teeth, put on fresh lipstick, and get back to it.
Religion played its part too. It wasn’t long before I discovered that unless you were ‘Christian’, you kept your mouth shut about your beliefs. Management would actually arrange church gatherings to feed your ‘spiritual self’. These were required events.
Group meetings also had ‘question/answer’ type atmospheres. If you didn’t answer the speaker aloud, you were singled out for not being a team player and shunned by the rest of the team for your ‘stinkin’ thinkin’’ So it’s fair to say that peer pressure to conform was very high.
How did I break out?
I guess a couple of things happened that made me realize that all was not right. First, I could have made more money by working at Mickey D’s. Second, I was ‘promoted’ and learned that many of the things we told clients were outright lies. Hey, I may have been dumb to fall for it, but I still have morals. My marriage was on the rocks because I was gone so much, my relationships w/ the people I *really* cared about had fallen by the wayside. Plus I was watching my co-workers losing their lives, having their homes foreclosed on, having affairs with people from work, and I thought, “Is this really what success is? Cause if it is, f%ck it, I don’t need it.â€
It literally took me years to recover. Counseling and the support of friends and family helped me heal. Being in a cult has made me more suspicious of people as a result. As soon as I meet a really cheerful person, I can’t help but wonder if it’s just a fake mask they’re wearing. I even got a tattoo as a sort of penance, or reminder or how to never live my life again. It says, be aware.
I’ve rambled on log enough. I guess my point is that you can overcome ‘cult member status’ but you gotta want it pretty damn hard and have an outside support structure to back you up.
A funny side note. On Monday I got a call from my former place of business. I knew the caller. They had picked my resume up off of Monster, I guess. I had been working with this individual for 2 years, and she didn’t even remember who I was. Too much fresh blood had come and gone since my time there I guess. It felt good, when she asked if I wanted to come in and explore the ‘opportunity’ that I could say, “Go to Hell,†and hang up. There was a time when that person could have asked me to jump off a bridge, and I probably would have done it.