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So, this is my second week, working at my local comic shop.
It's been an interesting experience.
I can honestly say that some of the typical geek stereotypes are very true. I have interacted with customers who seem to have no neck muscles and will not lift their head to speak with you at all. I have spoken with people who were extremely enthusiastic about their hobby. Unfortunately, I have also served a couple of guys who should really pay more attention to personal hygene.
However, most of the customers are pretty cool. There was the young woman who fangirled hard when she discovered she could buy our Queen Amadalla standup and another one who was buying copies of Thor for friends in Finland. Then there was the guy, who brought his new girlfriend into the shop, and waxed rhapsodic about Doctor Strangelove, and the folks who bring their kids into the store and turn the weekly comic run into a family event.
The work isn't hard. I spent today processing boxes of old comics. They were funky as hell, smelling like moldering paper and 99% of them will go into our $1 comic bin.
Probably the worst part of the job is that I'm on my feet a lot. When your feet are flat as a duck's, that's not great. The first thing I do when I come home is sit down and kick off my shoes.
Then I fall asleep, sitting up in front of the computer.
As for my writing? Well, I'm still at it, I'm just not able to devote as much time to it as I did.
More later. - MEL
It's been an interesting experience.
I can honestly say that some of the typical geek stereotypes are very true. I have interacted with customers who seem to have no neck muscles and will not lift their head to speak with you at all. I have spoken with people who were extremely enthusiastic about their hobby. Unfortunately, I have also served a couple of guys who should really pay more attention to personal hygene.
However, most of the customers are pretty cool. There was the young woman who fangirled hard when she discovered she could buy our Queen Amadalla standup and another one who was buying copies of Thor for friends in Finland. Then there was the guy, who brought his new girlfriend into the shop, and waxed rhapsodic about Doctor Strangelove, and the folks who bring their kids into the store and turn the weekly comic run into a family event.
The work isn't hard. I spent today processing boxes of old comics. They were funky as hell, smelling like moldering paper and 99% of them will go into our $1 comic bin.
Probably the worst part of the job is that I'm on my feet a lot. When your feet are flat as a duck's, that's not great. The first thing I do when I come home is sit down and kick off my shoes.
Then I fall asleep, sitting up in front of the computer.
As for my writing? Well, I'm still at it, I'm just not able to devote as much time to it as I did.
More later. - MEL
