

Full-time gig. I lived with my parents.
Took the job because I wanted a new bike. Quit soon after because of face lacerations incurred during nasty ice storm.
Free golf was worth the 5-mile walk to work.
Knowing the delivery bit was not for me, I accepted the pay-cut and hostile cross-town co-workers because I was still bikeless.
Screw the bike, I now needed gas money to drive my dad's 1986 royal blue Nissan pick-up around town.
One day I decided dressing like a penguin, ripping little pieces of paper in half, and filling paper buckets with popcorn would be cool.
To this day, my decision to work at McDonald's (which honest to God started as a joke) is one of the best conversation starters I have.
Saved enough money to buy a new shotgun, to be used in conjunction with a variety of insulated mugs I accumulated while working at Texaco.
Played with cows and drove a tractor around for 13 hours a day. Fun job.
Abercrombie & Fitch. (Touchy subject- don't ask.)
Old Chicago. Left after making personal vow never to wait another table.
Needed a break. Took off for Patagonia, Chile, on a 4-month backpacking and kayaking excursion.
Old Chicago. What? I was broke.
The Schwan Food Company. Discovered that I had a passion for both brand management and high-quality, sensible meal solutions.
Two years in brand management and full-time portfolio school led to a mushy brain and an unhealthy pallor. Reclaimed sanity and glowing tan by pushing tourists down the Colorado River. Original plan was to only raft one season. Somehow that turned into four. Supplemented income by moonlighting as the company’s marketing manager. And waiting tables. Again.
Determined that my dazzling wit and marketing genius led to compelling copy and strategic brand plans - not generous tips from rafting customers.
Brainco: Minneapolis School of Advertising
University of Minnesota- Twin Cities (B.A. Journalism)
Ad2 Denver, Membership Co-chair, Board member
The New Denver Ad Club