This past summer, in a desperate attempt to get work and after failure everywhere else, I joined a shady marketing company which for the sake of this post I will refer to as "Doublesite." This companies hires what they call "brand ambassadors" for random events in random locations. They pay a month after you work and they pay you via paypal. It's mad shady. But as I said, this summer I was willing to take anything I could get. I got to work an event for a shoe store and I got a free pair of shoes! I did end up getting paid eventually.
Because of the holidays and bills racking up and all, I had decided to start working for Doublesite again. My first event for them since the event I worked last summer was yesterday. The event was for Smuckers at Weis in SC. When I showed up to Weis I expected there to be an event leader to tell me what to do. Well the time comes and goes for the event to have started and I'm still the only one at Weis. I call someone and they tell me it's only me. Well F#%*.
I have no idea what to do. I am clueless. So I decide I'm just gonna make stuff up. I ask for a table and set up the table by the jelly aisle. I buy jam and bread and lay out samples. Now in order to get paid I have to send the company pictures of the event. Of course, I'm at the Weis where the old people shop. Old people don't want to try anything new as this will throw off their life-long routine let alone get their picture taken (they are used to sitting for oil paintings). So I'm having no luck with pictures and have to emergency call friends to show up so I can get their pictures eating jam.
Meanwhile, I somehow seem to attract adorable little old Weis-shopping ladies. I guess they look at me and think "this is the girl to talk to." So I spend an hour of "work" not sampling Smuckers but listening to little old ladies talk to me about their food allergies, bowel movements, pecan pie, post office problems, snow shoveling problems, shellfish vs. regular seafood, etc... One lady game me the address to her house and told me to stop by so she could inform me of how her pie dilemma turned out. Don't get me wrong, I truly loved every minute of this, I'm just trying to point out the humor of the situation.
After I couldn't take it anymore, I left and decided that the event wasn't a complete failure because a) it couldn't even really be categorized as an event and b) I did get a few people to sample the product and they seemed to like it. I mean it's Smuckers Jelly...not that special.
