That was the same one. It was in Nashville. Not sure when you went, but mine was the summer of 1979. This really tall and dark guy - he always had very dark circles under his eyes and his name was Dave - is the one who led the training. Taught us all those tricks like having your hand on the door handle while you wiped your feet on the mat so they would more likely open the door. Also, the one of dropping the pen as you hand them the order pad so they would have it in their hand already when they took the pad. Sounds stupid, but it worked. I stayed until mid-August then I just couldn't take it any more.



>I think that was the same as mine. I think it was somewhere in Tn we had to drive to from NY for our week of "training", before they assigned us our territories.
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>The only part of that I remember was the last day when they announced where each group was going to go. The head of my group stood up and said that our group was going to some place in Alabama I've never heard of. The next group was going to Vegas. Then the last group was going to Seattle.
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>Then the first guy stood up and said "Ha ha. Just kiding. Our group was going to Denver". The 2nd group was going to the boonies, but I don't recall where since by that point I didn't hear anything else. My group was going crazy. The second group let out a collective huge groan.
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>>That's how I got to know Tuscan, AZ when I was a sophomore. What company did you (almost) sell for? Mine was Southwestern Educational books.
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>>>I got to Denver the first time during the summer between soph and junior yr of college. Selling books door to door. Which lasted for all of 2 weeks. Then I just hung out in Denver for a week before getting a kitchen job in Central City, at the time a tourist trap mountain town. Now a gambling spot.