okay, the job front has been grim for quite some time now, and i, having left a discouraged dent in THE Rock-Bottom and begun an equally gloomy journey along the plateau of unemployed depression (all the while keeping my poo-eating grin and sophisticated cover letter crafting at a convincing-yet-false-positive) finally began narrowing down my "part-time" options. on an optimistic whim, i applied at REI here in ATL; a place that I appreciate as the closest outdoor retail supplier in the area--and since i can recall having been labeled "the outdoorsy type" in my day, I dropped in and queried the friendly customer service woman for an application, and happily interviewed the same day. of course it went very well, i'm experienced in the outdoors, i'm fairly experienced in the how-tos of cycling, and i'm experienced in retail (not to mention, obviously yet another well-educated, desperate college graduate) and possess what i would call, polished "interpersonal skills"...with a degree to back it up. so i was pretty confidant (and kept a keen eye out for any snobbery my pride might fling at the interviewing manager) but then again, several interviews have gone "well" and resulted in kindly rejection letters (if anything) so my hopes were in neutral, as they have been for some time now (my conscience no doubt conserving the very last scrapings of a tattered self worth)
in the process of prepping myself for a possible turn-down from a mere retail position (because in Atlanta, anything is possible, especially rejection and poverty) I received a call and an attractive offer just two days later--the better part is that the position is with the department of my preference: Action Sports...which includes kayaks/canoes, climbing equip--and cycling--which includes mountainbikes. and mid-interview, a friendly lady who i later learned is the head honcho of this dept (and who probably snagged my resume to boost the female gender count in this area) sympathetically patted me on the back for potentially having to learn and sell not only Cannondale, but also several brands of what I kindly refer to as "comfort cycles"...this is a really difficult thing to explain to someone who isn't really into real mountainbiking. and i, along with many of my trail goers, have perfected the answer to the ever so frequent question "so, what's a good bike to buy?"...to which one replies "well, what do you consider 'good'"...this is an 'inside' retort that i will promptly have to UNlearn and replace with a sincere smile and something like "what sort of riding are you planning to do?" OR "what do you feel you will need in your future bike"...then, and perhaps more importantly, "how much are you willing to spend"
(sneeze) and with springish weather comes springish allergens
the hard part is tactfully guiding people to understand their capabilities. a few acquaintances have naively scoffed at a favorite film (The Collective) that wonderfully flaunts the craft of "sponsored" free-ride cyclists. which is an entirely different type of riding from cross country mountain biking--i've heard things like "yea that's what i do or "heh, I can do that"...and of course one can do a lot of things if they put their mind to it, but, willingness and ability go hand in hand...along with endurance, actual SKILL, and a (somewhat heavy) touch of masochism. not even i would dare set an intent foot on a freeride/downhill cycle...tho i'm rather envious. but if tubby comes in determined to drop two-grand on a bike that he'll never really use to it's full worth, so be it, big-boy. i dont make commission, but i understand the value of sales and marketing. and if i have to take a retail job, i'll be derned if i dont make it a point to be one who is promoted as soon as possible. anywho. so that's my story as of late. i am now employed. and i might add, by #7 of fortune 100s best companies to work for.
and i hear an old riding buddy of mine, joseph, is making a swell move to a bike shop in boone, nc. and i wish him (and his karma) all the best...mwah ha. a tribute pic to old rides below-
that's all for now.
cheerio.
