Tickets and Tampons May 06, 2003 - 10:11 a.m.

I worked Thursday and Saturday. Actual work. I hope the work becomes a trend, but not the job itself. This job is way lame.

Basically, I'm a security guard. Without any level of security. I'm there to make sure people have tickets or whatever to get into whichever event they have us working. At least, that's the main thing we do. As well as checking for tickets, people of my position have been hired to usher people to the seats in which they purchased, hold dogs, sell parking passes, and, as in this weekend's case, sell tickets.

Had there been a cash register or some kind of setup that allowed me the luxury of not having to think about making change, selling tickets wouldn't have bothered me. But having nothing other than a bag of cash and a table... I was nervous. I hate dealing with cash on a business level. If I fuck up, then it effects either the customer or the company. Either way, it's not a good thing.

So I was quite relieved when Thursday came around and I ended up at an information booth. Minus the information.

It seems they couldn't decide if the person at this particular spot would be selling tickets. They changed their mind and moved us around for a good hour. And in the confusion, they never told me. When I didn't get any money or tickets to sell, I assumed they had gone with a previously addressed plan. I would direct people to certain 'villages' in the area, while handing out samples. Of tampons.

Yes. I was handing out tampons.

I would much rather hand out tampons than sell tickets.

I even got a shirt.

A tampon t-shirt.

I wore it. And I'll wear it again.

I was content with being a 'Pearl Girl' and forcing girls to take stacks of samples. Some guys too. I wasn't going to ask. But my lazy day job ended after the storm.

It started raining and winds picked up so much that they almost took a few tents away. Sand and dirt were being blasted all over the place. It's odd how much that can actually sting. So we took cover while the storm passed. It was maybe only thirty minutes. If that.

It was then that they were making sure everyone was back at their post, that they realized I wasn't selling tickets. The main girl in charge drove up in a golf cart, handed a bag to the real security guard, who handed it to me while she drove off. No instructions. Just a bag of money, a stack of tickets, and one lost girl. I knew ticket prices were eight dollars. But I wasn't sure of all the discounts, there were about six. I just charged a flat eight. Stupid factors of eight. I'm decent at math. Just not when it's on the spot like that. I hated dealing with it. But thankfully, it was for only two hours of the night.

I sold tickets all day Saturday too. But they reduced the ticket price to five dollars after a few hours of minimal customers. Five dollar math is far easier and much less nerve racking. Ticket selling, and still handing out tampons. I got rid of all but maybe fifty samples. Of course, I sent three or four boxes [each box had 108 samples, 3 tampons per sample] to a mission. People there needed them far more than the uptight people that walked by and took stacks of them.

I took the last of the box home with me. I don't even use the things. Something about shoving a wad of cotton on a string up my stuff... not very appealing. Then the idea of having to pull it out later. *shiver and puke face* But now that I have so many samples, I may have to change that way of thinking.

That, or hand them out to friends.

Anyone want some free samples of the new Tampax Pearl tampons? They're even scented.

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