If they are legit, it takes a long time to get your magazines.
I worked for Suncoast for two weeks when I was 18, roomed with a crazy motherfucker named Lance Shattuck and some dude called shut the fuck up (it's like the pull straws when people are hired as to whether or not you're going to be treated like a human being, they hired this guy the day after me and he was never allowed to say a complete sentence from the very beginning). I spent a week in the Columbia area, a week in Jax, and then they drove us up to ATL (ugh). The second day there, a Saturday, I was dropped off in Athens (FUCK YEAH) and was drunk by midmorning - nobody was interested in magazines but everybody was cool as shit and asked me if I wanted to drink, smoke, go skateboarding, needed an extra guy to distract some chick's roomate so she wouldn't cockblock, etc. The second house I went to with a band practicing I said fuck it and took a PBR, chucked the magazine shit in the trash, and never went back to the pickup point that evening. I spent six days couch surfing at stranger's houses (the cool to wierd ratio for that sort of scenario says nice things about Athens) before I was tired of it and called a friend to come pick me up and drive me back to mom's. I dunno how the place has changed in 15 years but I hope it's still the same town.