I have spent an absurd amount of time and money into comic books this year. Between various Marvel X-titles and Vertigo series like Fables and Lucifer, I have two shelves full of graphic novels.
Yesterday, in the Allston store, where I'm prone to hanging out with the employees being bitter and judgmental, I had a bit of an OCD attack. Their trade shelves were...frighteningly out of shape, and messy. So, I did what any normal lunatic would do, I spent four hours fixing them. Realphabetized, restacked, removed doubles. It was totally an A Beautiful Mind moment...err...series of moments.
So I now have a job at New England Comics. I'll be delivering comics from the warehouse to the Boston area stores (Allston, Brighton, Cambridge, and Quincy), as well as floating between stores when they need me. It's a minimum three day a week job, and it will no way interfere with my getting drunk while waiting tables/bartending job at The Cantab. This makes me happy. And less broke.