Thursday, June 21, 2012
The World, According to LaRae: Exposed - Six Figure Program
Exposed - Six Figure Program
Now, I realize that I'm taking a risk exposing Six Figure Program as scammers . . . but . . . I am going to relate to you my experience with them. This is my opinion. This is my experience . . . and it's not a good one. :c
Around the first part of May . . . I innocently stumbled into a "Make a Ga-Zillion Bucks at Home in One Day."
"Hmmm," I thought . . . "That sounds like a no-brainer <---(which I am) to me." So, I immediately click on the link.
Bad Move.
I found myself having to listen to and watch a couple of guys brag about how much money they make and how they desperately want to help an innocent Doof like me make tons of money too.
"Oh, How nice!" I say to myself. "These two guys who don't even know me, want me to make a million bucks even more than I do!" I continue, "You just don't find those kinds of people anymore."
(I need to remind you, that this is my FIRST experience with these (ahem), caring, compassionate, unselfish, scammers . . . . um . . . er . . .a . . I mean "business" men.)
I continue the dialog with myself, "Awwww . . . (looking at their video), they're so cute too. Look at their innocent faces . . . they really DO want to help me . . . awwww."
I immediately sign up.
Bad move.
I try the things they are telling me, but things aren't working out so well. I blame myself, because, afterall, I'm new to the internet. These nice guys even gave me their e-mail to use if I had questions . . . that's how entirely innocent and trustworthy they are.
I send Ben an e-mail telling him of my problem.
I immediately receive an email rejection thingie (can't remember the name). "Hmmm . . . that's funny. They promised me that I could contact them at any time. I'll try the other guys e-mail addy. So I e-mail Dave telling him of my problems.
I immediately receive an "email rejection thingie" (can't remember the name) (no, this isn't a repeat of the prior paragraph). "Hmmm . . . wonder why I can't get through to Dave?" I innocently ask myself.
I try their support e-mail . . . I receive a ticket????? Remember, I'm new to this stuff. I have no idea what a ticket means. "Do I have to go to court? What is my crime? " I don't know what to do with the ticket---so I save it. (Duh)
I then find a number to call . . . a support number that these sweet guys gave me. I call the number.
One ringie dingie . . . Two ringie dingies . . . Three ringie dingies . . .
Finally someone answers. I tell him of my problem. He says, "Sorry, that's not my department."
I start crying. (I'm not kidding)
Startled, he says, "I'll connect you with someone who knows the technical stuff."
I meekly answer, "Okay, sniff, sniff."
I wait to be transfered.
Some lady asks how she can help. I tell her my problem. She says, "Oh, sorry . . . the person that helps with the technical stuff isn't here right now. Can you call back?"
I wipe my tears and nose and yell, "NO! I SIGNED UP FOR THIS THING BECAUSE THOSE NICE INNOCENT MEN PROMISED ME THEY WOULD HELP ME."
Dead silence.
I continue, "I'm just some doofus who has been recovering from . . . . Um . . . I don't know what the heck . . . . I've been away for several . . . . " I ramble. I'm sure this lady thinks she's talking to a loon---which she is.
I start crying really hard and say, "I trusted a doctor seven years ago and now I'm disabled . . . I should know better than to trust anyone." Sniff, sniff.
Lady on the phone is unmoved. With as much "unfeeling" as she could "unmuster" she says, "Call back in an hour when our technical guy comes back."
I hang up the phone. I never call back . . . . but just wait until I tell you what happens after this incident . . . it isn't pretty. You might want to put your kids in the other room.
Six Figure Program is just the top of the terrible abyss that I fell in.
For your protection . . . I'll keep you posted.
Until we meet again.
Be safe and stay happy.
Around the first part of May . . . I innocently stumbled into a "Make a Ga-Zillion Bucks at Home in One Day."
"Hmmm," I thought . . . "That sounds like a no-brainer <---(which I am) to me." So, I immediately click on the link.
Bad Move.
I found myself having to listen to and watch a couple of guys brag about how much money they make and how they desperately want to help an innocent Doof like me make tons of money too.
"Oh, How nice!" I say to myself. "These two guys who don't even know me, want me to make a million bucks even more than I do!" I continue, "You just don't find those kinds of people anymore."
(I need to remind you, that this is my FIRST experience with these (ahem), caring, compassionate, unselfish, scammers . . . . um . . . er . . .a . . I mean "business" men.)
I continue the dialog with myself, "Awwww . . . (looking at their video), they're so cute too. Look at their innocent faces . . . they really DO want to help me . . . awwww."
I immediately sign up.
Bad move.
I try the things they are telling me, but things aren't working out so well. I blame myself, because, afterall, I'm new to the internet. These nice guys even gave me their e-mail to use if I had questions . . . that's how entirely innocent and trustworthy they are.
I send Ben an e-mail telling him of my problem.
I immediately receive an email rejection thingie (can't remember the name). "Hmmm . . . that's funny. They promised me that I could contact them at any time. I'll try the other guys e-mail addy. So I e-mail Dave telling him of my problems.
I immediately receive an "email rejection thingie" (can't remember the name) (no, this isn't a repeat of the prior paragraph). "Hmmm . . . wonder why I can't get through to Dave?" I innocently ask myself.
I try their support e-mail . . . I receive a ticket????? Remember, I'm new to this stuff. I have no idea what a ticket means. "Do I have to go to court? What is my crime? " I don't know what to do with the ticket---so I save it. (Duh)
I then find a number to call . . . a support number that these sweet guys gave me. I call the number.
One ringie dingie . . . Two ringie dingies . . . Three ringie dingies . . .
Finally someone answers. I tell him of my problem. He says, "Sorry, that's not my department."
I start crying. (I'm not kidding)
Startled, he says, "I'll connect you with someone who knows the technical stuff."
I meekly answer, "Okay, sniff, sniff."
I wait to be transfered.
Some lady asks how she can help. I tell her my problem. She says, "Oh, sorry . . . the person that helps with the technical stuff isn't here right now. Can you call back?"
I wipe my tears and nose and yell, "NO! I SIGNED UP FOR THIS THING BECAUSE THOSE NICE INNOCENT MEN PROMISED ME THEY WOULD HELP ME."
Dead silence.
I continue, "I'm just some doofus who has been recovering from . . . . Um . . . I don't know what the heck . . . . I've been away for several . . . . " I ramble. I'm sure this lady thinks she's talking to a loon---which she is.
I start crying really hard and say, "I trusted a doctor seven years ago and now I'm disabled . . . I should know better than to trust anyone." Sniff, sniff.
Lady on the phone is unmoved. With as much "unfeeling" as she could "unmuster" she says, "Call back in an hour when our technical guy comes back."
I hang up the phone. I never call back . . . . but just wait until I tell you what happens after this incident . . . it isn't pretty. You might want to put your kids in the other room.
For your protection . . . I'll keep you posted.
Until we meet again.
Be safe and stay happy.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Expose 'ing' "Grrrrr"
Let me just start out by saying, "Grrrrrrr" (I feel better now)
The next series of posts are going to be about me EXPOSING all the chumps that see an innocent doofus wandering around the huge world of the internet and pounces upon her . . . her---being me. "Grrrrr" (why does that make me feel better)?
First, I've gotta lay out the foundation of the poor, gullible, doof that I am. After several years of "being out of commission" because of a dumb medical mistake, the world of the internet passed me up. A few months ago, upon the encouragement of my Doofussy Son, I signed up for FACEBOOK.
Bad move.
My first week on fb, I got "hacked" (picture of a well-portioned nekked lady) who said that picture was me. Well . . . . um . . . er . . . a . . . I may have secretly desired for that beautifully figured nekked lady be me, but truth is . . . I've NEVER been that skinny . . . even as a newborn.
My son had to get that nekked picture off my sight and report whoever did that to me.
(If you speak dog, you can get this at: www.grungygirl.etsy.com . . . . if you don't speak dog, I'll tell you what he's saying)
So . . . My first experience on the internet . . . I was EXPOSED, but it really wasn't me, but secretly I wished that it could have been me, but then, if it had been me, I wouldn't have posed nekked! <---did that make any sense?
My second experience on fb, was I got banned from making friends! (They) tell me to make friends, and then ban me! What gives? I'm pushing all the "buttons" that come my way---isn't that what I'm supposed to do? I got thrown into fb jail where I learn that . . . I can't push the make friends button even if it tells me to.
What happened to the common sense of the world while I was recuperating from a horrible incident?
Did I awaken to a bizzar-o-world?
The answer to that is, "Yes." You, my friends, are living in a bizzar-o-world, and you don't even know it.
It is my mission to expose all the bizzaro's
Just wait until I expose the crooks who crooked me. Grrrrrr (That always helps me feel better)
I'm gonna name names, I tell ya. I don't want anyone else to go through what I have been through these last few weeks. Grrrrrr (ahhhh)
Until we meet again, just one bit of advice . . . DON'T CLICK ON ANY SURVEYS OR HOW TO MAKE MONEY BUTTONS. I'll explain later.
Take care and be happy.
The next series of posts are going to be about me EXPOSING all the chumps that see an innocent doofus wandering around the huge world of the internet and pounces upon her . . . her---being me. "Grrrrr" (why does that make me feel better)?
First, I've gotta lay out the foundation of the poor, gullible, doof that I am. After several years of "being out of commission" because of a dumb medical mistake, the world of the internet passed me up. A few months ago, upon the encouragement of my Doofussy Son, I signed up for FACEBOOK.
Bad move.
My first week on fb, I got "hacked" (picture of a well-portioned nekked lady) who said that picture was me. Well . . . . um . . . er . . . a . . . I may have secretly desired for that beautifully figured nekked lady be me, but truth is . . . I've NEVER been that skinny . . . even as a newborn.
My son had to get that nekked picture off my sight and report whoever did that to me.
So . . . My first experience on the internet . . . I was EXPOSED, but it really wasn't me, but secretly I wished that it could have been me, but then, if it had been me, I wouldn't have posed nekked! <---did that make any sense?
My second experience on fb, was I got banned from making friends! (They) tell me to make friends, and then ban me! What gives? I'm pushing all the "buttons" that come my way---isn't that what I'm supposed to do? I got thrown into fb jail where I learn that . . . I can't push the make friends button even if it tells me to.
What happened to the common sense of the world while I was recuperating from a horrible incident?
Did I awaken to a bizzar-o-world?
The answer to that is, "Yes." You, my friends, are living in a bizzar-o-world, and you don't even know it.
It is my mission to expose all the bizzaro's
Just wait until I expose the crooks who crooked me. Grrrrrr (That always helps me feel better)
I'm gonna name names, I tell ya. I don't want anyone else to go through what I have been through these last few weeks. Grrrrrr (ahhhh)
Until we meet again, just one bit of advice . . . DON'T CLICK ON ANY SURVEYS OR HOW TO MAKE MONEY BUTTONS. I'll explain later.
Take care and be happy.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
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