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Greetings Curious Scroller,
If you've never landed in this part of cyber space before, you have taken a hard, fast plunge into the fiery depths of work hell. RHU is dedicated to giving the service worker a voice. If you are an angry customer, a corporate suite, a homophobic race-hater, and you don't like skull masks or swear words, this blog isn't for you. Click away now, before your ears bleed and your eyes explode.
I'm Freddy, Crypt Keeper of Retail Hell Underground RHU -- a place for service slaves to have a voice, tell their story, support each other, or just have a chuckle about the insanity of working in the 10th Circle of Hell! I'm also the author of "Retail Hell," the funny memoir about life as a handbag sales associate at an upscale department store! The sequel, "Return To The Big Fancy," has just been released in hardcover and e-reader and is available wherever books are sold!
If they pay me enough money they can have almost all of it. Give me a million dollars a year and I'll be happy to work 100-hour weeks.
If you pay me like crap, forget that idea.
Posted by: The Last Archimedean | Thursday, October 25, 2012 at 12:58 PM
When I first started working "regular" 8 hours days (ok technically 9 since it's 8-5 with unpaid lunch) I had the sudden realization that 8 hours is a whole THIRD of a day. And if you sleep the recommended 8 hours that's another THIRD of the day. Which leaves you only one third of a day to do everything else in your life.
I am obviously not accounting for weekends here.
Posted by: NomNom | Thursday, October 25, 2012 at 01:53 PM