Ugh. 5:30 am and this sucks. It stayed pretty busy all night, with 3:00 am seeing a bunch of people in the store to take advantage of the last discount hike. After that rate ended at about 4 am, everything died and I anticipate it staying this way until closing time at 8:00 am.
24 hour shifts are for the birds.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Saturday, April 19, 2008
24 Hour Madness Marathon Shift Log - Part 1
I embarked on a 24 hour shift today. Don't weep for me.
I run a comic shop and I'm understandably mocked by those who do actual labor to put food on the table.
I opened the doors at 8 am for our 24 hour marathon sale to celebrate the opening of the Astound Comics Back Issue Emporium which is simply a hallway filled with over 10,000 back issues. We never sold back issues before so these are virgin. There are treasures. We don't do many sales so this is an event.
To celebrate, I am going to man the store for the entire 24 hours. My life record is a bunch 16 hour shifts. However, I am a notorious puss when it comes to hard work so after the 2 am hour things could get very interesting.
It is now about 1:00 pm and everything is going well. We had a small rush at 8:00 am. and have already seen a couple hundred dollars worth of potentially ebay-able stuff go out the door for $2.99 each. I probably should have gone through this stuff before I started selling it.
I run a comic shop and I'm understandably mocked by those who do actual labor to put food on the table.
I opened the doors at 8 am for our 24 hour marathon sale to celebrate the opening of the Astound Comics Back Issue Emporium which is simply a hallway filled with over 10,000 back issues. We never sold back issues before so these are virgin. There are treasures. We don't do many sales so this is an event.
To celebrate, I am going to man the store for the entire 24 hours. My life record is a bunch 16 hour shifts. However, I am a notorious puss when it comes to hard work so after the 2 am hour things could get very interesting.
It is now about 1:00 pm and everything is going well. We had a small rush at 8:00 am. and have already seen a couple hundred dollars worth of potentially ebay-able stuff go out the door for $2.99 each. I probably should have gone through this stuff before I started selling it.
R.I.P. Rob Maisch Won't Be Telling Any More Stories
April 11, 2008
I've known Rob Maisch for about 4 years. He was a frequent visitor to the shop and a good friend. We traveled to quite a few area comic conventions together and had plans to hit the San Diego Con this year to top it all off.
A few months ago, he began to doubt his ability to travel to San Diego, but I remained stupidly optimistic.
The news of his passing was very sudden. I had spoken to him only a few days before. He had just been released from the hospital and he sounded very upbeat. When I hung up I never imagined it would be my last conversation with him. Ever.
His love for his friends and family and his heartbreak over his wife's death a few years ago always shamed me into reflecting on how I treat my friends and family. Tormenting me like that brought him great joy.
Rob was the ultimate cool nerd, before being a cool nerd was cool. Read all about it in, "Confessions of a Cereal Eater." You will see I am not kidding. He hadn't written much lately and I was always hounding him about writing more comic stories featuring the more (ahem) mature Rob Maisch, but he never moved much on it. Too bad, because he had a ton of stories left. I think he just prefered to vocalize them. Endlessly.
I still can't believe I'm not going to hear them one more time. I searched and searched and I don't even have a picture to put on this page.
Wait. Yes, I do.
Last year I received a call from Rob.
"Do you have the May 2007 issue of of Alter Ego?" I did have a copy.
"Look on page 28." I turned to the page.
"See the guy in the picture with the suit and glasses? That's me!"
It was indeed. Geekus Maximus caught in its natural habitat, a comic convention in 1969.
A few months later I received another call. He asked if I had a copy of a tribute book for a certain artist; I believe it was Al Williamson (but I could be wrong). I did not have that one, which caused him much dismay because his picture was in that one also. Exact same convention, different parts of the show, different publications, 40 years later; and HE FOUND THEM BOTH! That my friends, is Uber-Geek.
Sleep peacefully, Blind Johnny Mystery. Tell Kris and Wally Wood I said, "Hi."
Oh by the way, you'd get a kick out of who is saying what about you now that you're gone. Who knew you were so loved?
Oh yeah, I guess I'm out the 20 bucks you owe me for that book. Damn.
I've known Rob Maisch for about 4 years. He was a frequent visitor to the shop and a good friend. We traveled to quite a few area comic conventions together and had plans to hit the San Diego Con this year to top it all off.
A few months ago, he began to doubt his ability to travel to San Diego, but I remained stupidly optimistic.
The news of his passing was very sudden. I had spoken to him only a few days before. He had just been released from the hospital and he sounded very upbeat. When I hung up I never imagined it would be my last conversation with him. Ever.
His love for his friends and family and his heartbreak over his wife's death a few years ago always shamed me into reflecting on how I treat my friends and family. Tormenting me like that brought him great joy.
Rob was the ultimate cool nerd, before being a cool nerd was cool. Read all about it in, "Confessions of a Cereal Eater." You will see I am not kidding. He hadn't written much lately and I was always hounding him about writing more comic stories featuring the more (ahem) mature Rob Maisch, but he never moved much on it. Too bad, because he had a ton of stories left. I think he just prefered to vocalize them. Endlessly.
I still can't believe I'm not going to hear them one more time. I searched and searched and I don't even have a picture to put on this page.
Wait. Yes, I do.
Last year I received a call from Rob.
"Do you have the May 2007 issue of of Alter Ego?" I did have a copy.
"Look on page 28." I turned to the page.
"See the guy in the picture with the suit and glasses? That's me!"
It was indeed. Geekus Maximus caught in its natural habitat, a comic convention in 1969.
A few months later I received another call. He asked if I had a copy of a tribute book for a certain artist; I believe it was Al Williamson (but I could be wrong). I did not have that one, which caused him much dismay because his picture was in that one also. Exact same convention, different parts of the show, different publications, 40 years later; and HE FOUND THEM BOTH! That my friends, is Uber-Geek.
Sleep peacefully, Blind Johnny Mystery. Tell Kris and Wally Wood I said, "Hi."
Oh by the way, you'd get a kick out of who is saying what about you now that you're gone. Who knew you were so loved?
Oh yeah, I guess I'm out the 20 bucks you owe me for that book. Damn.
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