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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!
We can let the custy slide on this one. With those pills who needs the battery!
Posted by: trashraven | Wednesday, October 03, 2012 at 03:03 AM
I disagree. You'll definitely need the batteries especially when you realize the pills don't work.
Posted by: Queer Geek | Thursday, October 04, 2012 at 12:25 AM
I say the batteries there to give you ideas once you've taken the pills! Who's up for inviting Mr. C in as our "third person"? Why not, these trucker-crack boner pills are gonna kill me in six hours but I got the good shit until then!
Posted by: bellflowermoonfish | Friday, October 05, 2012 at 05:39 AM