So I started my new job last night. A real job, with a real company, that makes a real profit, with real pay checks, with a real chance for promotion in the company, with a real chance they will help me pay for school when my GI Bill runs dry. The work will physicaly be real hard with a since of acomplishment at the end of the night.
Yesterday I dropped my fork off at a bike shop I have been bumming around at. I always stayed clear out of the way and only spoke when spoken too. They flipped thier lids when I showed up with some buisness. Good natured ribbing and laughs sealed the deal that I am thier customer for life. Lesson to all those who own shops. That person who comes in every other week and walks around and looks for a few minutes buys a magazine and splits, be nice to him/her because when the money starts coming back in they will make up for the wasted space.
Those who have read my drivel for a while now have all wondered why the hell is he bugging us? Well I figured it out last night. In my darkest moments and deepest lows for some unkown reason triathlon was what I focused on to get me out of the funk. Of all the stuff I love in my life I picked family and triathlons for the reason to keep on truckin'. I posted all that crap here because I needed to vent and you guys don't know me and talked my in a way I could understand so I hung around. You all responded in a way that is still at once fantastic and also creepy. Humans are not supposed to help strangers as much as y'all did me.
So the fork should be back tomorrow and the I am going to pick up some cleats Saturday which means I'll be training again Monday.
Did you expect less? Hell no, because I'm Mr. Tibbs.
customerjon @gmail.com is where information happens.
Yesterday I dropped my fork off at a bike shop I have been bumming around at. I always stayed clear out of the way and only spoke when spoken too. They flipped thier lids when I showed up with some buisness. Good natured ribbing and laughs sealed the deal that I am thier customer for life. Lesson to all those who own shops. That person who comes in every other week and walks around and looks for a few minutes buys a magazine and splits, be nice to him/her because when the money starts coming back in they will make up for the wasted space.
Those who have read my drivel for a while now have all wondered why the hell is he bugging us? Well I figured it out last night. In my darkest moments and deepest lows for some unkown reason triathlon was what I focused on to get me out of the funk. Of all the stuff I love in my life I picked family and triathlons for the reason to keep on truckin'. I posted all that crap here because I needed to vent and you guys don't know me and talked my in a way I could understand so I hung around. You all responded in a way that is still at once fantastic and also creepy. Humans are not supposed to help strangers as much as y'all did me.
So the fork should be back tomorrow and the I am going to pick up some cleats Saturday which means I'll be training again Monday.
Did you expect less? Hell no, because I'm Mr. Tibbs.
customerjon @gmail.com is where information happens.