Sales superstar?

Not as such. Not bad at it though, just not a sales person in my heart. Oh, but I'm not selling nailpolish pens anymore, now I'm selling shammy cloths - you know, like "Shamwow". Funny right?

Also, I kinda hate being here... right now. Just for right now. But still. Filled with hate and hurtful feelings that cause me make generalizations about people and places I don't know. Why? I'm mostly just feeling low energy and sad from spending the day asking for peoples' money when all I really wanted to do was say hello and have a conversation and not feel crazy and alone. But also because on my way back I was approached by a creepy, presumabley homeless person who completely violated my sense of security by saying weird shit in a way that made me think (know) I was in danger then proceed to follow me in broad daylight surrounded by other people. I asked some random ladies if I could walk with them and pretend I knew them, they were even going in the opposite direction I needed to go but it didn't matter. I lost him and got on a bus and while we were sitting there waiting for the driver's break to finish he got on the bus. He kept saying things like "you make a man want to do things..." then trail off and say "I'm so glad I met you, you seem so trusting", etc, etc. Finally, I jumped out at the last second at a stop that was nowhere near mine because I knew he would just wait and get off at my stop - he even tried to get out when I did but I think the driver knew what was up and drove away before the guy could. Hamilton is a small place and I'm really easy to recognize now because of my hair (and orange backpack). I want to leave. I want to just leave, forget about the job and the balloon festival. That's not fair.