I feel like crawling under a rock and dying of embarrassment... My at-home job has cut hours back, so I picked up a few promo shifts from the OTHER job I have to help pay for Moe's ulcer medication. Usually, I sell wine, which is a great job considering that I used to be a wine/liquor rep for a major distributor and the job is super easy. Well, the wine sales are down so they suspended the program, and now I'm picking up random promotions. Sometimes they're for toothbrushes, skin care products, hair products, etc. Nothing ridiculous.
Well, if it wasn't ridiculous, I wouldn't be posting. This weekend... I spent 3, gorgeous, SUNNY days stuck in a Costco warehouse, handing out samples of Olay Regenerist Cream (the wrinkle cream on crack), Oral B dental floss and...
Tampons. Yes, tampons.
People ask me how my day went, and I had to answer, "I've been accosting people with personal feminine products." I mean, talk about an invasion of privacy. First, I'm saying you're wrinkly... then, you've got nasty teeth... then, you look like you're bloated and bleeding, so you need a plug. Free!
Oh, the things I do for Moe.
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