Chances are many of the readers here have worked a retail job at least once.
Of course, every job has its little annoyances but one of the perils of retail work, especially retail work in a field that certain groups of people are enthusiasts of, is having to spend long periods of time in conversation with people who take an interest in the things you’re selling. Sometimes this interest is mild and tempered by a person’s natural social skills. Sometimes it is passionate, and is not tempered by so much as a wrist watch that will allow people to see when closing time is.
All this discussion of mutual interests, theirs social and yours professional, will lead a lot of people to conclude that you are enjoying their company, or even that you are their friend. Often the actual case is that you will get fired if you tell them to leave.
Having mostly had retail jobs in fields of heart-stopping dullness, I didn’t often have to put up with that kind of thing. When I did, the relationship could range from mildly interesting to excruciating. I vowed that I would never do that kind of thing to a helpless emloyee.
Guess how much time I spent at my local comic book store today! Guess how much time I spent yesterday.
Some of you out there must have had jobs in comics in the past, and most of those jobs must have included dealing with people like, well, me. Did it make you nuts? Were you interested? Pet peeves?
Those of you who haven’t been behind a counter; feel free to confess your sins, share your insecurities, or just talk below. After all, if I get sick of you, I can just close the window.