promotions- Twins opener in new Target field!!

So, if you have looked at my professions I try to keep it interesting and stay busy with a mixture of "hustles". One of which is being a brand promoter or brand ambassador to different products and for events. On Monday this week, it was promoting David sunflower seeds. We had a cute little baseball t-shirt to wear and a matching red hat. We were told prior to wear khakis and tennis shoes and where to meet for instruction. We got together around this cool bug car they drove around, shooting sample bags out from a giant kids mouth mounted on the back of the vehicle. We were spilt into groups of two and sent around the downtown area to different corners to promote to passing pedestrians. mainly, opening Twins game attendees. Everyone loves free shit, it doesn't matter your color, age, denomination, political stance, nada, for free= happy smiling strangers with their hands out like kids on Halloween night. We were to hand out homer hankies for game goers to wave, packets of seeds, coupons for seeds and 5 cents off gas at Holiday, and slim Jim's. It was so great, a lovely sunny day, when the news told us we may be rained out. A perfect first game day for the MN Twins, in their new outdoor stadium. So, being that I am handing out free promo stuff, I met a lot of interesting people, in all walks of life. I heard a long haired rocker looking guy, telling his buddy, that "my girlfriend sucks, I'm addicted to heroin and I hate my life". That was some deep stuff right there, some stuff some free sunflower seeds and a slim Jim will not fix, but can't hurt ya know? We then met this homeless looking old guy, who was so excited to get some free slim Jim's, he had a smile like a kid on their Birthday. He was so thankful, he looked us dead in the eyes, talking about how he just got out of jail and a slim Jim will be like heaven compared to all those god awful bologna sandwiches hes been eating. So, we loaded him up and sent him on his way. People were asking for more than one homer hankie, and always with a story like one lady, "I need two, because I have twins" and such. Since were getting paid to simply hand it out and promote it, we gave them more if they asked, its just funny they think they needed a story to get a little rag with David written on it. We were laughing and telling people enthusiastically all over downtown to, "slap into a slim Jim". Caught an elderly couple off guard with that once, making them jump. Even the bus drivers and taxi cabs would honk and hold out their hands from their windows, and we would run across the street to give them some free stuff. People biking and running around downtown snatched them from our outreached hands as well, which we soon made into a game, seeing who would take more towels from whom as they rode or ran by us. It was Twins versus the Red Sox, and when we were reloading out supplies at the nearby Holiday gas station, a man came up to us in a business fit and a wooden toothpick hanging out of his mouth. Talking about he just dropped off the owners of the Red Sox at the game, and how they think the new Target field reminded them of a Petco in San Fransisco. "Boo on them" we thought, and "why doe such a head honcho like you need to be loading up on our free seed samples?" but even big shots like free stuff!! We ended up winning 5-2, so ha ha to the Red Sox owners, you haters~!

Rainy Days

When Minnesota Spring rolls around it really makes me happy because it means my Birthday is just around the corner :) And while I have countless minutes, thanks to my loving folks and their home video skills, of it being lovely. While I round into the 20's department, it seemed to be a day I less looked forward to, as once used to so fondly with innocence. Last year it was a Birthday card from my mom and dad who told me that inside was $100. With this said Birthday bundle I could go out to eat with the family and accept half at $50, or take the whole thing. So I have this is my mind, and my dad goes into how much I have had to loan from him and how I was unrightfully terminated from my job at Massage Envy as a sales associate, and how perhaps I want to help out around the home the next day to keep busy. Mind you it is the DAY after my Birthday. And even if I did take the WHOPPING HUNDRED they offered me, there was not much I could really do with it. For today people, who apparently don't live on the moon and like to do things and not sit in their houses all day with their cats. Side note: Nothing negative towards cats, or people with cats. I was once one of you and Leo My Lion where ever you are, I will always love you...Another story entirely.
So, even if I did take the hundred and not go out to eat, I have my dad offering a lovely piece of information to me, about how he had to cancel a lake meeting, after finding out I may want my family to be happy for me on my Birthday. So. at this point, the Birthday girl has had quite enough. For this whole charade is being portrayed in front of her boyfriend whom she so should have not thought he was safe to do so. Very awkward none the least and I a, guessing I am not getting punked. My sisters are working or at a friends house and I am, it seems, a hindrance to the day. In the end, I leave tears flowing, hundred dolla bill in hand, boyfriend way ahead of me, and yell "Happy Fucking Birthday To Me". We then drive off and pick up a dub to start rolling some blunts, for a psychiatrist wouldn't be able to handle my dysfunctional family if they tried. Bob Marley gets me through the pain and helps me, from quite honestly, loosing me mind. (and sense of self for that matter) tear...I fear the Birthday upon me...