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My job is ruining fucking life.
Or, at least, that's how it feels.
It's been a year since the old manager left and we stopped selling new comics. Now, last week one of the mainstays at the store up and left, and then the owner decided to announce new hours for the winter. Then, today, I get a message from another of the local comic shops asking if we've stopped selling comic supplies? Cause they had a couple of folks come in to their shop and tell them that we weren't selling supplies any more.
I don't know if it's true or not. I can't see it being true. Which probably means that it is. But if it is, it's worrying.
I think I may have to start prepping my resume.
Damn.
:/
Or, at least, that's how it feels.
It's been a year since the old manager left and we stopped selling new comics. Now, last week one of the mainstays at the store up and left, and then the owner decided to announce new hours for the winter. Then, today, I get a message from another of the local comic shops asking if we've stopped selling comic supplies? Cause they had a couple of folks come in to their shop and tell them that we weren't selling supplies any more.
I don't know if it's true or not. I can't see it being true. Which probably means that it is. But if it is, it's worrying.
I think I may have to start prepping my resume.
Damn.
:/
