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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!
My employer stopped giving performance reviews because nobody took them seriously. The managers who wrote them had to use weasel words because they couldn't criticize the bad employees, and the good employees weren't sure if the praise was real or not. So they just gave up on the idea.
Posted by: The Last Archimedean | Friday, January 25, 2013 at 05:00 PM
I know this is a joke, but regarding the bit about work being the first priority because you're too ugly to get a date:
It's not true! My former boss, after I quit my job in retail hell to focus on college, found me on Facebook and asked me out. He said it was because he was tired of dating pretty girls because they turn out to be too demanding, and I could even wait a few dates before having sex with him if I wanted.
Naturally, I swooned and we've been together ever since.
And by 'swooned,' I mean I told him what a douchenozzle he was and blocked him.
Three things are true: work is my first priority now, I am ugly, and I don't date, but that's because I love my work and am too busy with it to go out and find someone who can look at my face and see intelligence, strength and kindness in my eyes, instead of seeing that I'm no beauty and assuming that this means I'll be so grateful to be offered to hang my vagina on their meat pole that I won't mind selling myself so short.
What's the point of writing such a long bit of nothing on a post that isn't even serious business, you ask?
...I dunno! I love this site and the people that frequent it! :D
Posted by: S | Friday, January 25, 2013 at 05:52 PM
S, except for being considerably younger, you remind me of my girlfriend. She's no fashion model, but she's kind, sweet and smart. And until I came along she was too busy working to be interested in romance -- she loves her work.
So keep doing what you're doing, don't sell yourself short, and don't worry too much about romance. Love will find you when you least expect it.
Posted by: The Last Archimedean | Friday, January 25, 2013 at 11:37 PM
@S nice curveball. Definitely had me going for a minute.
Posted by: Skittles | Monday, January 28, 2013 at 02:16 AM