During the warm months of summer and the early months of autumn, I work at the driving range in my neighborhood. But when it gets too cold we close down for the winter. So, to pay for college, I always need to find a part-time job for the winter.
Last winter, I worked at the mall at a department store. Even better, I was working in the women's moderate section. Even better still, I was working the women's moderate section during the Christmas rush.
I have never been diagnosed with an anxiety disorder, but you would believe otherwise if you saw me working there.
And I still stop in every now and then to pick up clothes. And my old bosses come over and chat with me. They always ask if I will be back this winter. I smile and shrug and say, "Maybe, we'll see." In my head I'm screaming, "Are you out of your f***ing mind?!"
If everything goes according to plan, I will be working at the mall, but sections away from the department store.
I have resolved that the comic book store in my local shopping mall is the perfect winter job. Even if it isn't perfect, it's still better than working in a clothing store on Christmas.
Here is my rationale:
1. A comic book store will not be crazy busy on Christmas Eve. I mean, it will be relatively busy, a few parents will be buying stocking-stuffers, a few kids will have gift certificates, and one lonely guy will buy a bust of Hellboy for his swingin' pad in his moms basement.
It ain't like that over at the department store. I spent five hours checking people out. And I mean literally "five hours." From 11 a.m. until 4 p.m. I was checking out customers without a break in the line. A long line. A long line filled angry people who have five more stores to hit before the mall closes. The line didn't break at 4 p.m. either. I finally snapped, hailed my manager and took a much needed break.
2. You cannot return a comic book. I thought Christmas Eve was bad. That was nothing. In fact, it's the best day to work in retail. People buy clothes and take it OUT of the store.
The day after Christmas is the closest thing I have ever experienced to torture. The day after Christmas, everyone brings all the clothes BACK INTO the store. Five thousand people returning clothes.
And because everyone does all their returns at one register, you end up with kids clothes, kitchen supplies, men's clothes, outerwear, all in the wrong section. By the end of the day, there were three piles of clothes six feet high behind my register. Guess who has to put all that back in its proper section.
Plus, no one has their receipt. Why would they? That would be way to convenient. Try having this conversation for eight hours and see how much hair you haven't pulled out of your scalp at the end of the day.
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I want to return this."
"Do you have your receipt?"
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No."
"That's okay, did you buy it on your [department store] card?"
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No."
"That's okay, do you have the tags for the item?"
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No."
"So you pretty much just brought in an article of clothing without any proof of purchase and expect me to give you money for it?"
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I bought it here."
"Am I supposed to take your word for it? For all I know this came from your closet."
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This store does this all the time."
"Maybe they do but without the tags, I have nothing to scan to prove you paid for this."
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Are you calling me a liar? I bought it here."
"How am I supposed to know how much money to credit back to you?"
Etc. etc. etc. Of course this is exaggerated; in the real conversation, I would be kissing the customer's ass during the entire exchange.
But you buy a comic book, the transaction is finished, they take it out of the store, and it's never seen again. No one in the history of the Earth has ever bought a comic book, gone home to look at it in the mirror and decided it wasn't right for them.
3. I like the demographics in a comic book store. I'm not gay, but if I were verging on it, working at a department store would have pushed me over the edge.
No offense ladies, but I cannot handle working with you when you shop. You just shop in a bad mood all the time. And when the coupons don't work, which they never do because they are designed not to work, you take it out on me behind the register. I didn't come up with the promotion, I didn't distribute the coupon, I didn't tell you the 50% off coupon was going to work on the $500 Prada handbag. Why are you taking it out on me?
And man, they would bite my head off about anything. Coupons not working, promotions ending, an item purchased in 1998 not successfully being returned, or ignorance to the whereabouts of one specific product from a completely different section.
Meanwhile, they never re-rack items. I went into the dressing rooms at the end of the day, it looked like someone was trying to build a clothes fort.
And women do this one thing that, as a man, makes no sense to me. When women finally get up to the register with their items and get them scanned, if one item costs more than they expected, they all do the same thing; they hold the item up at a 45 degree angle and stare at it. They develop kind of a lost look on their face, and stare at the item in question for up to and including a minute. And when they did that, the ultimate decision was always "No." What they are thinking about in that trance-like state, I will never know, but it drove me crazy.
90% of comic book readers are men. There is more of a 50:50 split on graphic novels. So, what, like 75% overall will be men? I can handle that.
Men shop in a good mood. Mainly because they shop with an objective. They know what they want, go to the store, get it, make chit-chat while their purchases are rung up, and leave. And when they come in to browse, men pick up one comic book, leaf through it, and then put it back on the shelf. Everything is copacetic.
And as bad as kids are swiping Naruto cards, clothing stores have it worse. You turn your back for one second and some Winona Ryder had plucked the earrings off of a display rack, leaving just the empty cardboard sleeve on the display; the only time they go to the trouble to re-rack something.
4. At a comic book store you can be genuine. By that, I mean, you can have a personality. In a retail store, if someone is a dick to you, you just have to sit there and take it. You have to just sit there and smile, with your little name tag and your "How can I wipe your ass today?" personality. Sure the customer-first mantra still applies in a comic-book store, but Comic Book Guy is not that much of an exaggeration.
5. I get to read comic books all day. Can't do that at a department store.