I feel so high-maintenance, part II

The Orca frame is at the bike shop. After storing it in my office for 6 months, I'm a little bereft.

The good news is, he won't need the parts from my Pilot for at least a week, so I can finish getting to 5,000 miles before the new bike is ready (as of 11:00 this morning, I have about 84 miles to go). This surprised me, because I thought he'd just store the frame with all my various components from the Pilot until the other parts came in, then do the entire build at once. I guess that's not the way it's going to work, though--the timeline he gave me today is a gradual build over 1-2 weeks. I'm fine with that, but it just highlights how little I know about how any of this is supposed to work, especially with a smaller shop.

I also thought I'd have more input on the parts ordering...but beyond confirming that I wanted a compact double, he didn't really ask any specifics. I trust that he'll give me a good build for the quoted price (he did say that), I'd just feel better with some kind of spec sheet to refer to. Maybe I'll get that when they place the order, I don't know.

Anyway, I'm out of my element, totally insecure, and therefore I'm having to continually beat my inner control-freak into submission. I feel like I'm going into this thing kind of blind...and possibly handcuffed. I paid more for the frame of this bike than I did for the entire Pilot, and now its fate rests completely in someone else's hands. Someone else whom I've never worked with before, and know only by reputation. And who I'm discovering is not much for conversation, really. I mean, not specifically with me, but just a quiet sort of guy in general. Since I usually rely on other people to steer 80-90% of any conversation, it's a little unnerving to try to build a business relationship with someone who doesn't really DO that. I know this will get better over time as I get more comfortable with everybody there, but right now I just about have an anxiety attack every time I go in. Today, I even had a friend go in there with me for moral support, and I still felt like Dorkus von Spazzenstein.

Anyway, all of this is MY issue, not theirs. From just the few short conversations I've had, I'm totally confident that the build is going to turn out great in the end. Once I get past my fear that they think I'm a fat-girl wannabe hanger-on with more enthusiasm than sense (or get past worrying about what they think, even though part of me might think that too), we're going to get along fine. I need to build a little trust, is all, but unfortunately I'm very slow about that. For now, I'm just going to try not to freak out about it, and vow not to call for status before Labor Day. Hopefully, I'll hear from them before that.

Song o' the day: Make Me Want to Stay (link removed)