I once had a friend who stood on a street corner for an entire summer wearing a sandwich board to advertise a new apartment complex. She called it a "modeling gig".
Honey, you're no different than a prostitute working the streets and a bum with a sign.
Everyone is sweaty, no one is eating, and you're all heckling strangers.
At least the other two can make their own hours.
7 am to 2 pm?! That's a long fucking time to be wearing a poster!