An Introduction....

I'm a pitchman,

Those people in chefs coats you see in the mall showing you knives that never go dull?

The guy with the cloth that absorbs water like a vaccum?

yeah. that's me. I won't say what company I work for, or what products we sell, but simply that its a strange job. I'm also a trainer, and soon to be manager for this particular company, I work my ass off, so realize any complaining comes with an equal amount of love for my job.

My background is in theatre, and i still produce plays. as far as day jobs go, i'm one of the few actors i know that make their money performing. It's not glamorous, and generally you don't get flowers at the end of your show. but you can walk away from a show thinking "hey, i just made a hundred and fifty dollars in 45 minutes for doing something fun". so in my eyes, I'm still ahead, especially since i'm only a few months out of school and actually have some sort of plan for acheiving a career in theatre. This is a stepping stone.



Here i will chronicle the daily adventures of pitching, the terrible mistakes i make, the rediculous stories of my co-workers, my complaints about the competition, and the most entertaining, the strange things folks do as audience members.




It should be noted that the pitches where knives fly into the audience dangerously are always the ones where people buy the most. being reminded of our mortality makes us stronger consumers.... scary.