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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!
I don't ENJOY it but I need to make money so I can live somewhere other than on the streets.
Posted by: The Last Archimedean | Tuesday, October 16, 2012 at 06:24 PM
Standing ovation. Buk rules.
Posted by: Terry Everton | Tuesday, October 16, 2012 at 07:08 PM
No day that begins with an alarm clock is going to be a good day.
Posted by: Nobody | Tuesday, October 16, 2012 at 09:25 PM
What Nobody said.
Especially when said "alarm clock" has four legs, fur, a meow 'at could wake the dead, AND NO SNOOZE BUTTON.
(Also, remove the part about money, and this could have been said by everyone who's been "cat-staff", ever.)
("cat-staff" - you know, dogs have owners, cats have staff?)
Posted by: WMDKitty | Tuesday, October 16, 2012 at 11:13 PM
@Nobody
The only saving grace about working graveyard shift for me is that I go to sleep shortly after getting home, so I almost never use an alarm clock.
Posted by: Skittles | Wednesday, October 17, 2012 at 12:11 AM
After being raised on a farm, where I had to be up at the crack of dawn most days to help feed the animals, then when my parents divorced I moved to the big city with my mom who remarried and had a baby when I was 15--she became very ill and at the tender age of 15-16 I was responsible for getting a baby up, dress, fed and off to day care before I went to high school.
Then I go married, had children, and cats. Always have had cats. I have no idea what it is like to sleep past 7am. Infact sleeping till 7am is sleeping in for me.
Now at 40, getting up before the sun is so natural for me, I haven't used an alarm clock since I was 16.
Posted by: perky | Wednesday, October 17, 2012 at 04:42 AM
But I can agree with the rest of the quote, esp the traffic and making lots of money for someone else. Which I wouldn't mind so much if my job included health care or was a living wage. I think that is what is the part that burns a lot of us. Not making a living wage, while the owners and CEOs are raking it in.
Posted by: perky | Wednesday, October 17, 2012 at 04:46 AM
My brain still boggles at a system where your healthcare has ANYTHING whatsoever to do with your employment - biggest fail of your healthcare reform was letting that stand!
Posted by: BookishGirl | Wednesday, October 17, 2012 at 05:53 PM