Sad news from Dime Box HQ: come November, I'll be out of a job again.
My bosses at the bookstore have decided to retire from the book business, justifiably so since they've been selling books for almost as long as I've been alive. Selfishly, I'm bummed because this has been the best job I've ever had by a wide margin, and after three years at the place I never had to think twice about looking for anything else (which is more than I can say about my other jobs). And I figured I wouldn't have to for a while. But alas.
Simply put, I have no idea what I wanna do next, but at least I have a few months to think about it. When you flip over my baseball card, you'll find that I've had five bookish jobs in just about nine years in the book trade. If I were a ballplayer, I'd be safely described as well-traveled.
If I've become a bookstore nomad, I like to think I'm less of the obscure journeyman and more of the Rickey Henderson variety - Rickey's an all-time great who weirdly played for nine different franchises and switched teams a staggering twelve times (he had four different stints with the A's alone!).
Time will tell at this point - bookstore jobs are hard to come by regardless, and that's not even factoring in the question if I wanna work retail again.
This is all a somber tie-in to a wonderful batch of cardboard I received from blog legend John of "Johnny's Trading Spot" a while back. If you've ever received cards from John in the past, you know he deals in volume, and though there's admittedly a lot of dupes, you'll also find a bunch of stuff you didn't even realize you needed.
John took aim at my autograph mini-collection this time around - with the much-needed (Angels!) Rickey at the top of this post came a plethora of other new signees.
One thing I like about parallels is that they allow me to enjoy cards I've had forever all over again - the base versions of these have been in my binders for a long while, but you bet I want the Silver Signatures, Gold Parallels, Home Team Advantages, etc.!
I feel like a lot of people have tried to get me to start a bubble-blowing mini-collection, and I've been able to resist that temptation...for now.
No matter how big my player collections get, I'll probably still need obvious cards for a lot of 'em - how did I not have that '95 Donruss Jim Abbott already?
John is a known connoisseur of Random, and that comes across in his mailings - how often do you see people sending Eddie Grant and Mickey Vernon cards?
(Not sure what that Ruben Sierra is, but it's kinda frightening.)
I haven't been able to find much info on these, but John also sent me a complete reprint set of a neat obscure '40s "Sport Thrills" issue that packed a hefty amount of star power.
More cards that have absolutely nothing in common other than the fact that I need them.
(Not even a loud Star Wars-ish design can ruin a Ron Santo card.)
MLB's not the only one making fun baseball cards - there's an awful lot of Senior League cardboard out there considering the league itself only lasted a little over a year.
(Always love a chance to show anything of Dime Box Favorite Lyle Overbay around here too!)
I've gone on record saying I never quite know what to do with oversized cards, but that doesn't mean I won't welcome them with open arms.
They often end up becoming display pieces in the front pockets of my binders because I've yet to find a way to store them that vibes with my sorting system.
One of the many joys of collecting is the refuge it allows from our uncertainties. It doesn't subtract from the very real stress I'll have about looking for a job in the next few months (please don't ask me to describe my strengths and weaknesses), but I don't know what I'd do without an island for my pleasures and distractions.
In the end, all I can ask out of the time I spend with my cards is to ease the headaches a bit.