May is the new July

So this post is going to be super short. But I figured that my discomfort needed an outlet, so here we are. It is shortly after 10 PM and the outside temperature is 25 degrees Celsius. Under normal circumstances I would say "Fantastic!" (not in the annoying Cash for Life way) But I do like summer time.

It is May. And mid-twenties over night does nothing to cool off my un-air conditioned apartment.
I don't even particularly like air conditioning but I'm not sure how much longer I can put up with this heat. And although I live with my sister, I'm not sure either of us are ready to handle the sincere possibility of becoming nudists.

Cheers to cold beer that if not present in my fridge is just down the stairs.


And now for your viewing pleasure: Talk To Me, Dance With Me

Graduating from my Training Wheels

For the past week I have been spending everyday at the bike shop just up the street. Apparently I don't like to stray far from home. Cycling is awesome, but at the moment I don't own a bike. That is not why I have been there though.

I just finished a sporting goods business program; part of the program requirements for practical knowledge comes from completing placement hours. I am completing mine at (insert plug here) Rapid City Cycle.

It's a group of pretty good guys, and while they know every little intricacy and part for any bike ever made, I know almost nothing. So here is the good & bad on the situation.

GOOD:

• I am learning a bunch of stuff, about bikes and business
• I have very little responsibility (it's nice)
• I will hopefully get a good deal on a bike at the end of this

• I have been offered a variety of furniture, and people to move it for me

BAD:

• Customers ask me questions and I rarely know the answer.
  
• I often feel foolish and not overly useful
• On the flip to having little responsibility, I also have little to do.

QUESTIONABLE:

• The french guy who comes in a few times a day and always asks for my help even though he is aware of how little I know about bikes.
  

Multiple times a day I find myself saying, " Uh, I honestly don't know. Let me grab one of the guys to help you out." Or, alternatively, "Hmm, give me one sec and I'll check with George." I mean I think the honesty wins me some points, but its kind of difficult to be successful in a specialty store with only basic product knowledge.

At the end of today, I am happy, well-fed, and well accepted into an unfamiliar environment. I think I am doing alright.

More or Less Me

I feel that the first order of business should really be a little tidbit about me. How else are you to know whether or not you want to continue reading this blog in the future? So lets get acquainted and go from there!

I have recently come to discover that I am basically the female version of Paul Rudd's character in "I Love You, Man." I use awkward and outdated slang which usually leads to blank stares and longer than desired gaps in conversation. You may at this moment find yourself hanging your head, staring at the floor because you can't quite bring yourself to make eye contact. It's all good; I have become accustomed to that kind of response too.

Besides, despite my sometimes unsure or uncomfortable demeanor, I know that I am pretty awesome. Not to sound cocky or over-the-top, but I like who I am. And to me, that is noteworthy, so you get to read about it.

If you have interesting taste in music, we should be friends. If you are also somewhat socially awkward, that could work, although our conversations may be weird and involve a handful of impromptu face-making to fill the inevitable lulls on my side of communications. Just as a heads-up.

To finish up, I'll leave you with what I expect to be talking about most often on this blog:
Awesome & Awkward moments
Music
Shoes
How the world is a scary and fascinating place
My family is smarter than yours

So please feel free to drop me a message if you think we could be future chums. Or if you have an interest in my opinion on a matter, let me know and I will get back to you.

Cheers,

Rebecca