Uncle Dan is nobody's uncle

I am now the newest sales person at what I can only call an urban camping outfitter. A chicago fixture, Uncle Dan's is the store you hit up when you want to go skiing in June in the Alps, or don't know what to wear on your cruise to the Artic Circle. No joke, I had a woman in once who wanted to know what to wear to Antartica. So anyway we sell everything from The North Face to Patagonia, to Icebreaker and I love it, which is something I never thought I would enjoy. I mean me selling clothing? yesh. Well it does fund my own buying of clothing then, because I cant help but want half the stuff I sell. Sigh.

The funniest thing tho, is not that I am selling NorthFace fleeces to rich children of richer SUV driving soccer moms, nono the funniest thing is I work with highschool students. Well and really old people in their late 30s, the ones that are permanent, as in full time tennured profesors. I dont have a clue how to get along with any of them, because half of them are sooooooooooooooo young, and the other half are soooooooooooooo staid. I feel alternately old and strange, and young and crazy, and as a result I usually just force all this hyperness out into cleaning. I think their floors are well swept for the first time in years.