Kiosk
SocialBuy has a mall kiosk! If you go to Century City mall, you can sign up for SocialBuy and enter to win an iPad.
We're hiring people to work part-time at the kiosk. But since we didn't have any as of last week, they made us do it. As in, me. I had to work at the mall kiosk.
They told us last week about this. Duffy, the one who organized the kiosk schedule, told me I had to wear dress pants, since it's code for mall employees. I was like, "but... but... I'm not a mall employee. I don't work at the mall." she was like "you do now."
I told one of my managers, Alan, that I had gone to college *specifically* so that I would never have to work at a mall. He laughed, and then basically told me to suck it up, since everyone was doing at least 1 shift there.
If you read my tweets, you know how my shift went. Since I'm assuming you don't, here's what happened: I discovered that I have a crippling fear of bother people at the mall. As in, I couldn't approach anyone. I froze. I timidly asked one guy who had already walked by our kiosk like 4 times if he'd like to enter to win a free iPad. He didn't even acknowledge me. I can't handle that kind of rejection.
So I did what any savvy UCLA alum would do: I went to Gelson's (why is there a grocery store in the mall? who cares) and bought two big bottles of beer. then i poured them into my large McD's cup and drank them.
Let me tell you, nothing is as refreshing and relaxing as a cold Corona out of a plastic cup on a hot afternoon. It takes the sting off of strangers actively avoiding your general vicinity. I feel AWFUL for people who do this promoting stuff on a regular basis as their real job. It's miserable. Nobody was outright mean, but there was a lot of ignoring me or shaking their head before I even opened my mouth.
I got 12 signatures in 5 hours. So, probably not pursuing this as a career path. And one woman signed up just because she heard me say "Please?" to another person walking by. And four guys signed up and then asked me when my next shift was and said to e-mail them my number. So there was that. Also a really old Russian guy in a wheelchair who I just could not explain our site to. Just not at all. And my coworker - who speaks Russian - was getting dinner. It sucked.
Oh, also, the WORST THING YOU CAN IMAGINE happened. Before I tell you, pretend you have to work at the mall. And not at, like, Banana Republic or the Apple store. At a mall kiosk for a company no one has heard of. You're just standing there in the blistering sun praying no one you know sees you.
Cue entrance: ex-boyfriend.
Dead serious. Alex, a guy I dated in high school, recognized me. He said he works for Sony Pictures, whose offices are next to Century City. I spent a good five minutes stammering "I don't work here all the time, uh, this is a one-time thing, uh, uh, I work for a company in santa monica and the kiosk is new so we don't have anyone, but the rest of the time i have a desk and business cards and shit." it was BEYOND embarrassing.
I was scheduled to work there again on Tuesday, but THANK JESUS we hired a couple people so I'm off the hook. Lesson learned: appreciate the job I have now, because I would rather throw myself into a fire than do that again.
We're hiring people to work part-time at the kiosk. But since we didn't have any as of last week, they made us do it. As in, me. I had to work at the mall kiosk.
They told us last week about this. Duffy, the one who organized the kiosk schedule, told me I had to wear dress pants, since it's code for mall employees. I was like, "but... but... I'm not a mall employee. I don't work at the mall." she was like "you do now."
I told one of my managers, Alan, that I had gone to college *specifically* so that I would never have to work at a mall. He laughed, and then basically told me to suck it up, since everyone was doing at least 1 shift there.
If you read my tweets, you know how my shift went. Since I'm assuming you don't, here's what happened: I discovered that I have a crippling fear of bother people at the mall. As in, I couldn't approach anyone. I froze. I timidly asked one guy who had already walked by our kiosk like 4 times if he'd like to enter to win a free iPad. He didn't even acknowledge me. I can't handle that kind of rejection.
So I did what any savvy UCLA alum would do: I went to Gelson's (why is there a grocery store in the mall? who cares) and bought two big bottles of beer. then i poured them into my large McD's cup and drank them.
Let me tell you, nothing is as refreshing and relaxing as a cold Corona out of a plastic cup on a hot afternoon. It takes the sting off of strangers actively avoiding your general vicinity. I feel AWFUL for people who do this promoting stuff on a regular basis as their real job. It's miserable. Nobody was outright mean, but there was a lot of ignoring me or shaking their head before I even opened my mouth.
I got 12 signatures in 5 hours. So, probably not pursuing this as a career path. And one woman signed up just because she heard me say "Please?" to another person walking by. And four guys signed up and then asked me when my next shift was and said to e-mail them my number. So there was that. Also a really old Russian guy in a wheelchair who I just could not explain our site to. Just not at all. And my coworker - who speaks Russian - was getting dinner. It sucked.
Oh, also, the WORST THING YOU CAN IMAGINE happened. Before I tell you, pretend you have to work at the mall. And not at, like, Banana Republic or the Apple store. At a mall kiosk for a company no one has heard of. You're just standing there in the blistering sun praying no one you know sees you.
Cue entrance: ex-boyfriend.
Dead serious. Alex, a guy I dated in high school, recognized me. He said he works for Sony Pictures, whose offices are next to Century City. I spent a good five minutes stammering "I don't work here all the time, uh, this is a one-time thing, uh, uh, I work for a company in santa monica and the kiosk is new so we don't have anyone, but the rest of the time i have a desk and business cards and shit." it was BEYOND embarrassing.
I was scheduled to work there again on Tuesday, but THANK JESUS we hired a couple people so I'm off the hook. Lesson learned: appreciate the job I have now, because I would rather throw myself into a fire than do that again.