blue_stem_cell

I have fucked up my left shoulder.

Stupid Glass wash and broken dish washer...

Meaning we had to carry the trays of glasses through the bar, into the galley, send them up the lift, run up the stairs, take the tray out, walk through the top bar and struggle our way into a room the size of my finger nail to wash them.

-.- I have pulled a muscle/tendon/bit I may need later on in life. Hello Sling!

It's my left arm.
Oww.

Here's an amusing picture from said Hell-I mean work. School Detention theme:



Beware of anything above my neck, it's grim up there. That's the staff room. I think squatters live in there.

So I've been living in Leeds for a few month's now, studying Graphic Design at the art college. I scored a job at the Yates's (bar staff) in ten minutes (bad idea) and was miserable at work for weeks. (still miserable there...it's my main income.)

Then I got the opportunity of a life time. That is, if you collect comic books and think sleeving up 1000 new releases plus pricing is fun. (which believe, is not...my arms will never forgive me.)

I work on Wednesday's at OK comic's in Leeds. It's one of 3 comic book shops but our's only sells comics/tradebacks/graphic novels. I've come to the conclusion that trade must be bad when a comic book shop has to resort to selling pokemon figure's...but that's just me.

Anyway. I always thought I was the average comic book fan/collector/geek. I was surely mistaken.

Today I met two guy's talking about their World of Whorecraft and actually presumed I was interested as I snickered away to myself sleeving the latest Teen Titans. (Wondering to myself when Static Shock had become one...I'm not interested, really don't tell me. I have the internet I WILL google it....later.)

Then after sleeving up half the new order by myself (over a 1000...sleeved...by one tiny little girl and priced up while the guys stood downstairs talking about, well whatever guy's talk about.) I tidied the upstairs room, did all the rubbish for the recycling and took the pre orders to the post office. (Where I think I was chatted up but I'm not quite sure whether asking me if I finish soon combined with I'm supposed to be on my break warranted a raised eyebrow. To which I replied: Oh well, you looked unoccupied and ready to leave followed by a grin.)

But I digress. I got back to shop to swipe my new releases (runaways, new mutants, dark x-men...1 day earlier than everyone else ;D) When This covnersation happened:

Jared (boss) : All right, all right I'm pricing it up for you. (to the strange looking man in a business suit)
Me: *bit odd to talk to a customer like that.*
Oliver: *snickering away*
Jared: Who'd win in a fight, Angel or Spike.
The guy: Spike.
Jarded: What about spike and buffy.
The guy: Buffy...sadly.
Jared: Do you think you could beat Leigh in a fight?
The guy: Who's Leigh?
Me: *turning from the new shelf with my hands on my hips...and a battle scar on my face. Seriously, I have one.)
Guy: uhh...she look's a bit hard.
Jarded: This is steven...he's a time lord. *has never looked so serious in his entire life.*

Transpired...the guy really did think he was a time lord, even carried a sonic screwdriver. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or think should I get out of this job while I still can.

Then again, I should have known something like that was going to happen when I asked how Drink and Draw was and the reply I gained from Jared was: It was good, I had the best hot dog ever. *Dry....very dry humour*
Me: Oh...really? The best?
Jarded: yeah, it's up there with the best.
Me: ...

Remind me never to download the full series of Full Metal Alchemist again...though it was epic, I have lost sleep and the idea of time and actually logging onto the internet went right out the window.

Now to do something productive and sleep.

Ps. The comic is still better.