the warehouse

holy product ;)

there's no use crying over spilled soda...

anytime i have a rockstar or soda explode, i just breathe and tell myself it is okay and carry on.  deep down i want to scream and cry because i am not a fan of being sticky, but, like the saying goes, "there's no use crying over spilled [soda]"!

an inside look

Here is an inside view of my van, I am not quite sure why there is a cage between the front and back but I kind of like it.  This is on a very organized day.  Sometimes you will look back there and there is crates and pop everywhere!

dolla bills

When my sister came in town from Australia, I made her come to one of my locations with me to stock a machine.  We drove down the road in the Cargo, jammin to Notorious BIG (the guy before me left the cd) and laughed at the fact that I did this everyday.  It is so exciting to fill a machine because you get to collect the money from the bill validator and it always feels like so much, a fat wade of cash.  This photo is such a great example of how I feel everyday, and then I go to the bank and it is like only $200! haha.  I wish they were $100 dollar bills!  When ever I go to BofA I feel like they wonder if I am a stripper; I pull out the $1 bills from various locations and ask them to count it and they always look at me funny.  I should just start saying, "what a great night last night" and see what they say ;)

My new advertisments

Don't be jealous...

Ha ha I got an email from my good friend James with a few of his crafty ads for Vend-it.  This was by far my favorite! So funny!

Snap shot of the Vend-it Van

My first vehicle was similar to this one...well it was a red Tahoe, but you get the picture.  I have to admit, I have been spoiled when it comes to my past vehicles; I have had a Tahoe (as mentioned before), a F150, a BMW and now I have a Chevy Cargo Van.  The Cargo Van is...well interesting I guess.  It has been ever since the day I tried to buy it from some 25 year old punk who, in the end, screwed me over on the deal.  It leans to one side, the tires go low after like a week, I can't look in my rear view mirrors because there is a cage behind me with no windows, and worst of all it portrays me as a creepy old man!
I am fortunate enough to have an amazing handy man for a hubby and he built me some top of the line, heavy duty vending racks on the driver side of the van.  I am so thankful because before I had to just lay crates of pop all over in the back of the van and every time I braked, product would fly everywhere and I felt like I was on the verge of tipping!
The best thing that has happened in the good old Cargo, happened about a week ago;  I had been putting off cleaning that thing for months, I attempted with my girlfriend Alicia when we hand washed our cars at my house one day, but that thing is way too tall for me to hand wash.  So when I was finished with my route for the day I decided to go through a drive through car wash.  I was in the middle of the wash and put the van in park and began to text, becoming unaware of my surroundings.  All the sudden I notice the foreign gas station attendant screaming and waving his arms at me.  I couldn't roll my window down because I was afraid that water would squirt me.  Then I noticed the light flashing so I tried to move forward, that is when I realized I was stuck!  The guy was still screaming, so I rolled down the window and said, "SHUT UP!!!! Stop screaming at me and tell me what to do to get out of here!!!!" and so after a retched scratch, I got out.  The guy said I broke the whole machine! ooops ;)  I left the car wash with my van covered in white soap and a scratch on the side!

Girly Girl

I like to try and consider myself a girly-girl, but how can I do that when my job consists of such manly-man tasks?  I am the type of girl who stays away from difficult "man jobs"; for example when we go camping and it comes time to put up a tent, I bolt.  I am not a fan of fixing things, assembling things, and/or heavy lifting.  Those are things I kindly hand over to my husband and say, "go knock yourself out babe".  

I think back a few months ago when my husband took me to Home Depot to go tool shopping; I figured I would grab a hammer, screw driver thing and measuring tape and would be enough to fix a vending machine if I needed to. How am I supposed to know, I have never used a tool in my life unless it is to hammer a nail in the wall to hang up pictures in my house (which Dave doesn't even allow me to do).  Dave grabbed a five sided screw driver looking thing, gloves, hammer, leveler thing, etc and I am so overwhelmed.  I just remember dreading the day I would need to bust these things out and attempt using them.