Am I a Whiner?
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I love my job, really I do. It's a dream come true. Unfortunately sometimes it makes me feel like crap. I work mostly with guys who fancy themselves cycling gawds. I think this scene from High Fidelity sums it up perfectly:
Louis: I don't have that record... I'll buy it for forty.
Rob: Sold.
Louis: Now why would you sell it to me and not to him?
Barry: Because you're not a geek, Louis.
Louis: You guys are snobs.
****: No, we're not.
Louis: Yeah, seriously, you're totally elitist. You feel like the unappreciated scholars, so you sh*t onto people who know less than you.
Rob, Barry, D*ck: No!
Louis: Which is everybody...
Rob, Barry, D*ck: Yeah...
Louis: That's so sad.
Anyway, they give me sh*t/make fun of me for a lot of stuff. Most of the time I know they don't mean anything, but after a while it sucks.
They have NO CLUE what the last year of my life has been like. Out of the rubble with little money the first thing I did was to buy a bike. That alone should mean something. Then I knowing jack I tore her apart praying I could put her back together. Worked every night to strip her down and repaint her. I took every lesson my mom taught me about craftsmanship and worked to create something that would make her proud. And I did.
I know I don't know everything and don't act any different. The problem is I feel stupid for asking questions because more often than not they answer them like I'm dumb.
I've been made fun of for:
-My Tour de Cure for diabetes jersey, a ride I did for my grandma who died of diabetes complications.
-My bike not being fancy. In fact once it was said I should "Just get a bike like Staci's." Her bike is a Dolce spec'd one level above the component set I have. The way they said it was like, "Why don't you just swallow what the marketing departments of all the big manufacturers are pitching and buy a WSD bike because you're too stupid to know what's right for you."
-My bike being heavy - Hey, so am I right now! And ya know, if I get a lightweight bike, all this training on tons of fun will just make me faster. She ain't named Candy for nothing!
-Not shopping exclusively at Whole Foods. Sorry, but if shopping at Wal-Mart means rib eye steaks rubbed with fresh garlic and ground pepper and a spring greens salad with feta cheese, walnuts, strawberries and raspberry vinaigrette instead of an Amy's nuke-a-meal then Wal-Mart it is!
-Being a hick/redneck/cowgirl. I am what I am. If knowing how to change my own oil, drive a tractor, pitch and stack tons of hay, and be self sufficient is crime, charge me. I love rodeo, my horse, vintage single action guns, fishing and camping. Bummer to anyone who can't live that life if you ask me!
-Liking hardtails. Sorry, I'd rather rely on my skills, not my bike. All the trails around here were built when people likely had rigid forks, if I want another sick hardtail, why is that their problem? I'm not asking them to pay for it.
-Wanting a BMX bike. Instead of being excited for me getting a new bike they just mock it. I think this might have to do with none of them really knowing a lot about BMX. If I get into it, it's something I know that they don't. Seriously, is it so hard to just be happy for someone? I grew up in the 80s, what do you expect?
-Liking Tyler. Okay he's no saint but he was the first pro cyclist I glomed onto when I got into riding. I think he's insanely gorgeous but I like my boys unique looking. I don't rag on their favorites. That's like dogging on someone's favorite football team. I like dark horses, save for my palomino, suck it!
Worst of all, this icky old guy that works at the bike shop below our office has decided he's into me. He came up and asked me to ride with him in front of the whole office. I guess he got it in his head that kindness meant I was interested. It was so embarrassing and now he uses any excuse to come upstairs. So everyone seems to think it's sooooo funny and they make jokes nonstop. Of course they're all in cozy relationships so this is infinitely amusing to them. They act like I can't do better. Puh-lease. I'm sure once Tyler meets me it will be a matter of months before our wedding. 
Anyway, they're all going to the new velodrome tomorrow and I don't want to go. They keep insisting I go but I really don't feel comfortable. I know there are those girls who want people to beg them, that's not it. I don't feel the need to get mocked by them. Whether or not they say anything they can be so transparent. A few of them already know what they're doing or at least have ridden fixed. Seeing as how we have to bring out own pedals and they've even managed to make fun of my pedals, I'm not into it.
It sucks, because I really want to try it, but I'd rather be in a supportive environment. I don't need to pay $25 to be made fun of when they do it at the office for free. They've made me cry at the office several times I'm just crafty enough to hide in the bathroom, cry, and then wash my face with cold water. I don't wanna cry in public, bad for my image.
I thought I had an ally in Staci but now that she's decided to buy a fully she's their little pet project. Never mind that I was trying to buy one, whatever it was used and old so that sucked.
To a point I feel like I'm cutting off my nose to spite my face, but at the same time I think I'm protecting my sanity. I dunno, I think riding my horse sounds much better.
I realize this is ungodly whiny, but I just needed to vent soooo bad! I'm to the point where my new policy is to show up, do my job, do my job well, pick up a check, and go home. I'm not there to make friends.
Last edited by smurfalicious; 01-22-2009 at 11:32 PM.
"True, but if you throw your panties into the middle of the peloton, someone's likely to get hurt."