When I lived in Chicago, I was often working two or three jobs at a time. I’ve done this all my life. It’s about impossible to live on one income anymore. I went to law school to alleviate that problem, but that just placed me in a whole lot of debt, kicked me out when the economy tanked, and for the past five years I’ve been barely making above minimum wage, told I should be grateful, and eeking out a living by never being home.
I’m still waiting for that gravy train to show, but one thing I’m thankful for is the job that I do have. I work for a clothing company, and you would think that it would be full of materialistic whiny people, and there are days when that happens, but I’ve found that BY FAR the customers are much nicer, more polite, and less materialistic than the customers that showed up at the book store I worked that went out of business. And for some reason, the clothing store people can read a lot better than the book store people. Go figure.
I’m also thankful, that over the years and the many jobs, I’ve worked with some really awesome people. People who became friends and remain friends. People who care about me as a person and not just a worker. Management who wants my well being for myself and not just to make them money. I feel blessed that, even though I’m not where I want to be career wise, I’m right where I want to be people wise.
Absurdly Nerdly 
I do imagine working in a book shop would take away some of the thrill of the magical world which you inhabit.
FM