That's when I first learned how to handle rejection from someone I didn't know. And on a large scale. You learn to just forget it and move on to the next one. Easier said than done, of course, but after awhile it just rolls off. I remember what triggered my quitting. Two main things. I walked out one morning at 10am - very late as the constant pushing was starting to wear on me - and it had just rained. The clock on bank said something like 110 degrees and there was something pretty close to steam coming off the sidewalk. The day before I had sold a full set of books to a poor woman (literally) with a couple of kids who I knew couldn't afford it. The last thing I did was stop by her house on the way to the Greyhound station and give her back her check. They were great books, but not for the $125 she didn't have. Kind of a sucky way to make money. Be glad you didn't go through with it.

>I think mine was 77. I don't remember the details like you. Probably explains why I only lasted 2 weeks. I was getting frustrated to begin with and not having too much fun. One day near the end of the 2nd week I was walking up to a house where a lady was sitting outside sunning herself. As soon as she sees me she says "I don't want any". Since I was frustrated by that time, I got into a mini argument with her by that point.
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>We talked for a while. She said something about some friends of hers going up to Central City for the summer and earning enough for a long vacation the next summer. So I went up there that weekend. Unfortunately, I was 19 I think, so I couldn't work in a bar to make the big bucks. So I ended up with a kitchen job for the summer.
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>>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.
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>>>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.