Cutco's not a job, it's a scam.
And how, the blades are sharp for the first few cut's but can't stnad up to prolonged use. They are a mass market "Battle Blades" where as Battle Blades goes for teenage ego and testosterone fueled blade lust, the Cutco stuff goes for the housewife wanting to be THE house wife, with always sharp scissors an knife that can jullien a potato then move onto fillaying a Deer, followed by a session of stabbing cans into submission.
In the UK we have Kerby Cleaners, and a company called Arcadia Direct, they target the desperate and students, I sadly shared a office building with the latter and on a few occasions I stepped outside to have a smoke on one occasion I found a guy who was trying to get a light for a rollie an we got chatting. He was a CompSci grad who couldn't get a job and was desperate for a job, we got chatting an Said "I can get you a interview"he followed me out of desperation I sat him down with my Secriaty and my old Senior Unix guy, I offered him a job on the spot an paid him a week in advance, not because of what he said to me before the interview I gave him but he proved he had a skill during the ad-hoc interview.
He became MY guy for Databases, an now runs a DB consultancy company on his own (an is still my DB guy), and he applied to me a month before but discarded it because he couldn't write a CV, (onceI found this out, I revised my CV review policy). In a month I saw him go from a guy willing to do anything, to a happy confidant an above all valued person.
Places like Cutco an Kerby, play on students and the desperate, and ignorant like Chris. They make money off you even if you don't make a sale and they make far more than the pittance you DO make when you find some one willing to make a sale, an often only after 30 day's without a refund. They work a lot like religions, find the desperate give them a cause and belife in a deliverance for there current worldly ill's and renforce it with communal chanting like so:
Just a asside, Professional armies work the same way during basic. They break down your personal beliefs and then build you back up with a sense of belonging, and group activity an monotonous easy to recall chanting. It's your reason to stay with the herd and your by wrote and drill if not indoctrinated outright, The American chant made famous in FMJ is "This is my rifle, there are many like it but this one is mine..." You all perform the same drill an feel a connection to what your doing an who your doing it with. Your part of a tool a hammer to smash the enemy, OK there is Unit specialisation but the basics an training are the same.
You know what I find Ironic, in a far earlier age Chris would have made a decent Solider, Simple instructions nothing complex and a daily routine that was the same for the most part. He can learn some skill's if practiced by rote, he could learn how to step, put on a uniform and load, level an fire. I'm not saying he could have become Sharp, but what I am saying is back in the 17 / 18 00's his autisim could have got him friends and a job, even if that job was to stand there like a ponce with a primitive firearm an listen to some one slightly less poncy to level his bang stick an pull the trigger that should have been marked SINGE EYEBROWS.
The problem is though Chris, is (barely / biologically) a Man In Bob's day he would have been a big dummy stacking an packing, WW1 he would have been Trench fodder, given a poorly constructed rifle an told to have at it, During the American Civil war and earlier he would have been adequate musket fodder, to allow the horsey set to play soldiers with cap guns and feel important, in the dawn of mechanised warfare.
However today, he is just a curiosity of the newfangled communication network called the internet and a old one at that. He's the homeless beggar doing ticks Cairo used to telegraph in 1910 about side the office on the back channel to the other offices, funny for a while an fan's will always be intrested but in the long run becomes less an less relevant.
Technology, Culture and people eventually pass him by a foot note in obscurity is his grand total of existence an our community less so. He's the internets flapper girl, one's a memory twos a anecdote, an given the long term but short lived memory of the digital world he will be not but a foot note the detail wont survive, no matter how well we document it. In the end the CWCik will be Marvin at the age of 183 and the final excitement will be the Last Google Archive bot passing the site, sparking up a dooby playing the last bloodhound gang album an slowly falling asleep with the last whispered words from his mouth being "I rember you, Chris. It was all in good fun" as it burns down to the unpleasant roach betwixt his lips, and as that moment happens two legends finally pass into memory.
BTW I'm not logging marvin, in this scenario he has had a really full an long life, an Christory is a life long hobby for him after 100+ years of getting pussy and smoking weed it's all become the same to him and this is his one final act to recall the old days where fun was unpredictable.