Sunday I picked up a set of keys in Atlanta. Monday I started at Wahoo.
I had been working toward the job for months. The first interview calls happened in February. In March, I went directly from a TRX work week in California to two days of Wahoo interviews in Atlanta. Another visit followed in May. The offer arrived while I was trying to buy a house and apply to business school.
Now it was real.
The company announcement introduced me as Chief Commercial Officer of Subscription Services, leading Wahoo's combined software subscription business. My reply started with a thank you and one completely honest sentence: “I couldn't be more excited to join the team.”
I put four short drop-in meetings on the calendar for the next two weeks. No agenda. Come ask a question, say hi, or help me learn a few faces. Starting a job remotely made that feel more useful than a polished introduction tour.
The rest of the transition was less organized.
My moving truck was still in California. I kept asking for an ETA while trying to sort out the freight elevator at the apartment. My TRX email was about to be turned off, so I sent people my personal address and tried to close out the conversations that still needed me.
Apply did not care that I had a new day job either. We had been approved to sell on the Michaels marketplace, but the integration was late. The developer access and IP whitelist still were not finished. I wrote that the delay was “totally my fault” and spent Friday trying to get the connection working before the original deadline disappeared completely.
There was one easier Wahoo decision that week. Somebody asked whether I wanted to ride the century or the shorter route at the One Love Century. I asked what the rest of the group was doing because I was new and wanted to meet people. The answer was about half and half.
Put me down for 62.
The apartment had a mattress on the floor, a few bags, and a clear view of Atlanta. The movers did not have the furniture there yet. Wahoo already had meetings.