I'm gonna go find out if America is really worth all the trouble.

Went to my first day of sales training today. We talked about getting paychecks with commas in them, which was exciting, and the demo looks like a lot of fun. I'm very interested to see how this all pans out. And yeah, I know that everyone smells a scam here, but it's a well-known company in the business world (we saw articles on Vector in Forbes, interviews on CNN and even a chapter in a management textbook), so it's not like I'm selling used stereo equipment out of a van or something. The reason it's not well-known to consumers is that there's no advertisement, and you can't get it in stores. But in all seriousness, if I show you this product, you're going to want to either a) buy it, or b) get a job selling it. It's that cool.

By the way, if anyone wants a demo, I promise it'll be fun, even if you don't want to buy anything. Honestly, I just want to show people this stuff because it's cool. So anyway, if you or your parents can humor me with an hour or so to show you this stuff, I'd be much obliged.

Of course, it'll have to be after the ROAD TRIP. We leave on Monday, and we won't be coming back for a month. We've worked out the money situation (more or less), and we're going to be playing guitar in the cities and selling Cutco to make extra cash. This will be a big adventure.

The thing that excites me most about the whole idea is the people. I want to chat up a Tijuana souvenir vendor. I want to talk politics in a New York coffeeshop (read: I want to start the world's first Starbucks barfight). I want to see if Canadians are really as friendly as we give them credit for. I want to meet LOTS of girls. We're passing through 38 states (as well as Tijuana and Vancouver), and I'm going to photograph each one. During those two weeks of driving, I'm going to write down everything I saw and heard, and then wildly embellish it. I'm going to singlehandedly rediscover this continent.

MAN i'm jazzed up about this.

--Kev

::EDIT:: You know, I had a whole entry typed up before this one, but after reading it over I realized that it was one of those entries, the kind that really irritates you in a way you can't put your finger on, the kind that just lowers your esteem for the person who wrote it. So I committed a mercy killing. My life is really not that complicated, and I've got no excuse to be mopey about it.