(Also, turn up the sound for some Trololo music. I don't think that was an accident. ;) )
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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!
Heh. When I worked for a convenience (I don't know why I have such trouble spelling that word... yay spellcheck) store, a friend came in one night and said 'Hey, look what I just bought!' and pulls a pistol out of his pocket. "Are you out of your mind?!" I took it and put it under the counter so the cameras could see it, and we hung out and talked for a bit, then I handed it back to him (wiping it surreptitiously) again so they could see it. He had the perfect example of a 'Oh, duh' face when I explained why...
Posted by: Techtyger | Monday, February 25, 2013 at 07:39 PM