I've got to say, again, that I'm really enjoying my job.  My co-workers all love bikes and we can talk shop all day.  The folks who come into the door all love bikes and many of them know a lot more than I do about cycling.  I'm finding the sweet spot when someone comes in who's new to the sport.  Then, my limited knowledge of the intricacies of cycling is no longer a problem.  I don't have to look around hopelessly for my more knowledgeable co-workers who can have the higher level discussion with them (I'll get there, I swear!)    I can relate my own experiences with learning about the sport.  I can do it with authority and make my customers feel good about what I'm telling them.  I can feel good about what I'm telling people who're trusting me for good advice.

I've learned a lot.  I can throw off some lines and sound knowledgeable.    Most of these lines I've stolen form my co-workers, but knowledge gained is ....knowledge gained.   ..."Yes..this Joe Blow pump is great, but we've got that door buster for less and it's got a universal head..."...."Yes...this bike comes with Shimano 105 gruppo...it's the workhorse that's been consistent for years.."

And...this next bit I'm going to say...is going to make me sound like an old fuck. 

I'm really enjoying working with a bunch of 20-somethings.  They're outrageous and outrageously funny.  Sarcastic, funny, witty, teasing, bitingly direct and just plain stupid sometimes.  One of my co-workers, Andrew,  had me in stitches tonight.  Listening to these guys just spout off outrageous shit makes me remember my high school/college/early work years.  Back before life dealt too many blows (as it does for most, eventually)  But again, to me, it's just so weird to be having a good time at work.  Who would have thought of it.???

I'm working with a great group of folks.  I feel really grateful that I got this job.  

The two opening weekends are over tomorrow, and I'll be working fewer hours, so I can get back on my bike and ride.  Only doing one or two rides a week has been hard.

OK..enough for now dear open diary.