Omaha being Omaha

Wow, It's been awhile since I dusted off the digital pen and started blogging again. Hard to get back on the horse after a layoff. Now I know what aging pornstars must feel like.

Anyway, I recently left my second job at a gym. My job description was essentially to walk around to....anyone, and give them a free week pass to come into the gym. Seemingly not that difficult. However, I'm here to tell you that not all humans share my zeal for anything free. Most people were willing to give me their names. I did have a few entries that made me question their validity: China, Zappo, Fabi, and Koko (a guy) but not like I can call them out while trying to get them to accept a coupon from me. One trend I did pick up was that I had a alarmingly high 'hit' rate (meaning cell phone and name) from the 30-45 year old women demographic. Now, I'm not a salesmen, but this type of statistic would suggest that maybe I should be, for a product like Botox, e-harmony, or cougar perfume. This, coupled with my popularity with the 19 and under crowd at my previous gym pretty much tells me the only group of people I have no idea how to talk to is the one I currently exist in. I'm sure there is a marketing opportunity in here somewhere but I can't quite put my finger on it.

One other reason I probably shouldn't try to make a living selling is the simple fact that I have off days. You know, days where talking to someone you don't know ranks slightly below swallowing a urine coated pine cone. Now I'm not saying my days are the worst, BUT the combination of bloodshot sleepy eyes, a size medium black shirt (you'd think at a gym where they promote working out there'd be more XL's), a five day old beard, and aggressively walking up to people with my finger pointed loudly saying, "Hey, You want a free pass to a gym!" has yielded very low results so far.