Or Beginning Again through Old Means

The new job wasn't suppose to be that way. It was set up to be successful. Every eventuality was planned for, even the possible outcome of failure. The only variable that wasn't taken into account was me leaving.

I wanted to get away from serving. Living off tips is a difficult thing to do. Yet I succeeded, I paid my bills regularly, was able to afford trips, both mini and weekly, and I was also able to grade or purchase graded CGC comic books. There were a few reasons I decided to leave, none of which I'll mention here.

I'm all set to go back to the old job but with minor variations. And I'll most likely write about that later. I'm not officially hired, but I am picking up a few hours which will help with spending money towards the Baltimore Comic Con. Not to mention the NYCC has announced that the three people responsible for one of my favorite annuals will be there. My hesitancy to crack the 9.8 I own has thoroughly been discarded.

My goal for the year was to attend four major comic book conventions and if I succeed could spell disaster because then next year I would want to attend five. I already have plans to attend both the Mega-Con in Florida and ECCC in Seattle. I better start budgeting nefariously to do everything I want to do. I have about eighteen books to get signed and graded this weekend, and I'm looking to add two more just for grading. I knew I should have borrowed my parents credit card before they went on vacation.

Thanks for Reading

Tnerb

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