tbh being a female worker in a comic book store is so frustrating, it honestly is. on my first day, the long time workers had me unload the shipment of 5,000 comic books almost entirely by myself. each box was about 50-60 pounds, and keep in mind that i’m 5′0″, about 110 pounds, and it was my first day on the job. i had no idea what i was doing, where i was supposed to put the boxes, or anything. i’m the only female who works there, and the guys all sat down at a nearby table until i dropped a box, and they realized they probably should have helped me.
but you know, it’s not even the things like that that have made this whole experience so frustrating and annoying. it’s the little comments and the little things my co-workers do that are just like??? like when i was bagging and boarding, the guy in charge came over, threw a bent up comic, a bag, and a board at me, and he told me to “show him how i THOUGHT it was done.” and the only thing he had to criticize when i was done was that i used too much tape, and he kept coming back and monitoring me throughout the day to make sure i didn’t use too much fucking tape.
and then when i had a question about a certain variant cover, one of the long-timers overheard me asking someone, and he came all the way over to preach to me the differences between variant covers and regular covers. he literally had no idea what my question was about, but since he overheard me saying, “the cap-gwen variant,” he literally came halfway across the room to preach to the choir about what a variant was and how it was different from a regular cover.
it’s just a bunch of these little examples all bubbling up together that make me want to scream and to never work at a comic book store ever again. and of course, the BEST part is when i was trying to make friends and ask some of these guys what books they were keeping up with, they were like, “oh, yeah, i’m not reading anything right now…but i read deadpool and the punisher back in the day.”