How difficult is it to get what you pay for? So far I have been letting dear hubby run the "comic pimping" aspects of this venture. However, it seems like some industry folks can't answer basic questions. I know people are passionate about comics and do this stuff for the love of the books, but hello, I have a business to run here. I won't go into detail about the latest who can't seem to answer basic questions to protect my hubby's credibility. But I am telling you, soon I may have to start doing the Yoko thing and rear my ugly little head into these conversations.
This is your only warning gentlemen!
12.23.2006
12.21.2006
My Aching Dogs
My feet hurt. I stupidly wore 2 inch heeled boots to my day job. We had our holiday party and I wanted to show folks that I don't always look like something the cat dragged in.
After 8 hours of schmoozing, I had to go to Other Cool Comic Book Owner's store to pick up some stuff that sold faster than expected in our store. We are vey lucky to know Other Cool Comic Book Owner. He and his wife are always willing to help when we make rookie errors in buying. If there is comic book heaven, they have secured their spot!
Then mother-in-law drops the bomb that we must wear all black to holiday pictures on Sunday. So after picking up comics (and reading Spiderman #534 in the car), it's off the mall to buy family clothes for pictures.
Next time I decide to wear heels, I am bringing flats for the last minute stops.
After 8 hours of schmoozing, I had to go to Other Cool Comic Book Owner's store to pick up some stuff that sold faster than expected in our store. We are vey lucky to know Other Cool Comic Book Owner. He and his wife are always willing to help when we make rookie errors in buying. If there is comic book heaven, they have secured their spot!
Then mother-in-law drops the bomb that we must wear all black to holiday pictures on Sunday. So after picking up comics (and reading Spiderman #534 in the car), it's off the mall to buy family clothes for pictures.
Next time I decide to wear heels, I am bringing flats for the last minute stops.
12.20.2006
Dirty Girl
Uh, I think it's time to clean the bathroom.
Overheard in our bathroom when a mom took her 3 year old daughter in:
"Don't touch that, who knows who touched it before."
Overheard in our bathroom when a mom took her 3 year old daughter in:
"Don't touch that, who knows who touched it before."
12.18.2006
Errand for Hubby
So it's a Saturday and we get a call. Grandma is looking for Naruto t-shirt for little Timmy* in Chicago. Do we have any? Of course not, we just opened the store three weeks ago. So hubby sends me to Anime convention. My mission, get t-shirt from Other Cool Comic Book Owner's wife, eat lunch and head home.
I head to hotel five miles down the road where hubby sends me. I see nothing out of the ordinary. Must not be the place. I call hubby. Whoops, convention is actually downtown. Back into the mom-mobile I go.
Downtown is all torn up due to light rail construction. (I know, your town got light rail ages ago. We are a bit behind here.) 25 minutes later, I find suitable parking. (Only 1 homeless person shouting obscenities, score!)
I walk to hotel.
I see teenage girls in short plaid skirts and boys in oversized 80's jackets. Yup, I am in the right place.
I walk in and ask volunteer where retail room is. When he raises his head from his little toy (it's actually a miniature gaming piece), he grunts and points in an easterly direction. I head east across the lobby.
I find my way to the registration table and ask multicolored hair girl where the retail room is. I am directed to the 5th floor of the hotel. I walk to elevator. Hmmm, only goes to 3rd floor. Back to technicolor hair chick. Oops, must head back toward non-verbal gaming guy and use those elevators.
On my way, I pass large hairless man with no t-shirt, tight pants and handbar mustache. All righty then.
I find elevator and share the ride with earnest volunteer. He asks if I know a good Japanese restaraunt with decent Bento boxes. I am proud I have heard of a Bento box and point him to a market with them. He laments that he already tried that place and they are done for the day. He is searching for lunch for honored guest's daughter at the convention. I wish him well and get off on 5.
Hmm, just hotel rooms. Doesn't look like big retail room where you can buy t-shirts. I find oddly dressed youth entangled in geek passion. (Heads closely positioned while reading Japanese comic books.) I ask where to find retail room. They point me down to the 4th floor near technicolor hair chick. I thank them and let them get back to their groping...of the book.
Back down the elevator, across the lobby and past technicolor hair chick to the escalator to the 4th floor. I am now sharing breathing space with girl in short frilly dress and cellulite. She is holding leash of boy in a large box covered with pink hair. I am positive I am headed in the right direction.
I walk into the retail room and spot Other Cool Comic Book Owner's booth. I head over searching for wife. No wife. No t-shirt either. I take a risk and walk around to find the t-shirt. Timmy is counting on me.
I finally get the nerve to ask a lonely booth worker. She giggles. She has never read Naruto. She only sells pornographic anime. NICE!
I turn around and see wife and hubby comic book team who we invited to our grand opening. Great, they think I am a perv now. I chit chat, thankful to see a familiar unpainted face. They point me to a new booth that thankfully has the stuff I need.
And head home.
Who needs lunch after that?
*Not his real name.
I head to hotel five miles down the road where hubby sends me. I see nothing out of the ordinary. Must not be the place. I call hubby. Whoops, convention is actually downtown. Back into the mom-mobile I go.
Downtown is all torn up due to light rail construction. (I know, your town got light rail ages ago. We are a bit behind here.) 25 minutes later, I find suitable parking. (Only 1 homeless person shouting obscenities, score!)
I walk to hotel.
I see teenage girls in short plaid skirts and boys in oversized 80's jackets. Yup, I am in the right place.
I walk in and ask volunteer where retail room is. When he raises his head from his little toy (it's actually a miniature gaming piece), he grunts and points in an easterly direction. I head east across the lobby.
I find my way to the registration table and ask multicolored hair girl where the retail room is. I am directed to the 5th floor of the hotel. I walk to elevator. Hmmm, only goes to 3rd floor. Back to technicolor hair chick. Oops, must head back toward non-verbal gaming guy and use those elevators.
On my way, I pass large hairless man with no t-shirt, tight pants and handbar mustache. All righty then.
I find elevator and share the ride with earnest volunteer. He asks if I know a good Japanese restaraunt with decent Bento boxes. I am proud I have heard of a Bento box and point him to a market with them. He laments that he already tried that place and they are done for the day. He is searching for lunch for honored guest's daughter at the convention. I wish him well and get off on 5.
Hmm, just hotel rooms. Doesn't look like big retail room where you can buy t-shirts. I find oddly dressed youth entangled in geek passion. (Heads closely positioned while reading Japanese comic books.) I ask where to find retail room. They point me down to the 4th floor near technicolor hair chick. I thank them and let them get back to their groping...of the book.
Back down the elevator, across the lobby and past technicolor hair chick to the escalator to the 4th floor. I am now sharing breathing space with girl in short frilly dress and cellulite. She is holding leash of boy in a large box covered with pink hair. I am positive I am headed in the right direction.
I walk into the retail room and spot Other Cool Comic Book Owner's booth. I head over searching for wife. No wife. No t-shirt either. I take a risk and walk around to find the t-shirt. Timmy is counting on me.
I finally get the nerve to ask a lonely booth worker. She giggles. She has never read Naruto. She only sells pornographic anime. NICE!
I turn around and see wife and hubby comic book team who we invited to our grand opening. Great, they think I am a perv now. I chit chat, thankful to see a familiar unpainted face. They point me to a new booth that thankfully has the stuff I need.
And head home.
Who needs lunch after that?
*Not his real name.
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