Timber Shop

I got my first real job when I was about sixteen. We had this pseudo skate shop in our town called Boarders. It was a whack shop with mostly mediocre stuff, but it was all we had. It was run by a guy who's a somewhat famous outdoors person, a professional wanderer, something like that. He owns a couple of shops and doesn't know how to run any of them. One day he offered me a mini-job. I was on it for a maybe two months, then got over it.

Not long after that a young guy called Oliver Samson from Cologne opened a shop called Killer Dog. It was a stupid name, I never liked it, but it was a dope store with proper skate shoes and legit hardware. They were hiring and I handed them a resumé. The next I got a call back and went in for an interview. I got the job and was quite happy with it. Both those shops were within a five-minute walk from my parents' place. It was a great time, I was young. 

More than ten years have passed since then and I find myself working in a skate shop again. It's a lot different though, and I guess I have changed, too. Timber is a proper business and I take it more seriously. Today is my second day and I never knew how much I missed working in retail. Observing customers, grilling them based on what say and how they behave, and finally telling them what they want to buy. It's easy. I've done it before.