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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!
A SON who mysteriously disappeared on holiday has been reunited with his shattered family after 13 years as a SLAVE — in Wales.
Terrified Darrell Simester was rescued by his parents from hellish squalor after a tip-off from a woman who spotted him on a remote farm.
Anguished mum Jean and dad Tony had spent more than a decade appealing for information about their missing son — unaware he was being forced to toil from dawn till dusk for no pay.
Last seen aged 30 ... 'slave' Darrell Simester
Last night Darrell — who was last seen by his parents when he was 30 — told how for most of the time he had to share a shed with rats.
Now 43 — and with a deformed spine as a result of his nightmare — he said: “I felt forgotten, cut off from the world, a prisoner.”
His masters on the horse farm in Peterstone, South Wales — Irish travellers who at first promised him a proper job — never gave him a single day off.
Furious dad Tony, 66 — who described his son as “timid and vulnerable” — said in Kidderminster, Worcs: “What happened to him is horrendous, inhuman.
“These type of people roam the streets picking up the vulnerable and offering them a new life. Then they are treated like dogs.”
His son had not been allowed to see a doctor in 13 years and was found suffering from a hernia the “size of a football”.
He had infected feet, missing teeth and was starving.
Darrell, who faces intensive counselling to get over his ordeal, said: “I never had one day off in 13 years. I was scared what they’d do to me if I didn’t stay there.”Hell ... 'slave' caravan
He was never locked in but his terror prevented him fleeing.
He saw other “slaves” come and go — often homeless people from nearby towns or Polish and Russian immigrants.
Darrell said: “I was never allowed in the house. They put me in a shed with rats.”
Two years ago he was given a tiny caravan. But he still had to wash his clothes in a horse trough.
His family had contacted police more than 50 times.
Yesterday there was no sign of the owners.
Gwent police said: “We are investigating the conditions in which Mr Simester was living.”
Let me lay something out on the table. I love and support our troops. That's right, I said it. So don't flip out on me. In no way am I dissing the men and women who put thier lives at risk for our country.
My grandfather on dad's side was a radioman in Word War II. He was declared dead twice after attacks that wiped out two troops he was in. Both times he came back out of the bushes alive.
My dad was a Ship's Cook on a mine sweeper ship in the Vietnam War. His life was constantly at risk under the threat of a mine going *BOOM.*
My cousin has done two tours in Iraq. He's been shot at, and he has had to kill. He used a 50 caliber machine gun to chop a charging jeep in half. They later found an IED (improvised explosive device) inside that would have done terrible damage to him and the people he was stationed with.
Believe me, I get it when people want to snark at Wallmart slaves who are protesting at losing their Thanksgiving dinner when there are troops who are missing out entirely or may never go home except in a box covered by a flag.
While our troops are fighting for our rights overseas, the corporations in OUR OWN country are taking them away. Wallmart, Target, Best Buy, Khol’s, Macy’s, Kmart, Sears and Toy-R-Us are all using the threat of job loss, homelessness and starvation to bully employees into pandering to the whims of corporate greed. This is all in order to give a few hours more profit to a corporation who's CEO will never feel the loss of the entire company should it go bankrupt.
Think about that.
Yes, I KNOW the problems retail workers are facing seem insignificant in comparison to loved ones being shot at, However, not every war is fought with bullets vs Germany, 'Nam, Iraq, or whatever demonized enemy happens to be in season at any particular time. Sometimes the war is fought against corporate incompetence and greed that ensures that the troops won't have a home to come back to. Instead it will be auctioned out from under the families who were making payments, barely, until corporate decided to save costs by 'letting go' of easily replaceable employees. And corporations feel that they can get away with anything because so many people are desperate to keep their jobs.
Let's look at some of the companies that have failed in the last 5 years...
Let's not forget Hostess, that has crashed and burned (after 80 years) just a week before Thanksgiving, putting 18,500 people out of work. Yes we can argue all day about the factors that led to the destruction of these iconic companies, but the truth of the matter is, some of these companies got their precious 'bail outs' and failed to succeed even then. And when the companies went down, the big boss people who could have saved the companies, got their golden parachutes instead. They made the decisions that crushed the corporation but they don't suffer for it.
And why should they think that they SHOULD suffer? After all, it's not like they have to feel the repercussions of their incompetance. Their actions don't affect THEMSELVES.
Our troops fight for the American Dream, while corporations take that dream away anyway. What was the question again? "Tell me again how working on Thanksgiving ruins your holiday?" I just did.
First couple musings about black Friday-
I'm hearing rumors about Walmart employees organizing a walk out on Black Friday. I say go for it-why walmart is cheap, and I do shop there, I know how horrid they treat their employees. Feel free to tell walmart where they can shove it.
In other Black Friday news a coworker showed me an interesting read about Black Friday sales-Plus or minus $5, 90% of the ads are for the exact same products at almost the exact same price points as last year. And looking over the price of 100's of products in the 15 weeks leading up to Black Friday? They cost an average of $5 less on Black Friday than the everyday price point.
Now on to something cheery-a tale of the never ending innocence of children and the batshit crazy things they say.
One of my many volunteering jobs is teaching Sunday School at church. This little boy, whom I will call Jake, is 7. He is a handful, very active-mind always thinking, always asking questions, climbing over pews, the kid who always spills his juice and strong willed. However his mother has taught him manners and how to behave so though a handful at times, he is polite.
This past Sunday, I and another Sunday School teacher, Michelle, were giving a lesson about the battle of Jericho. How the trumpets played, battle raged on, walls fell down. This was going on while he and the other kids were coloring in some bible scenes from the story and pasting them on some constriction paper. Jake, when he got the point of the story stands up out of his seat, knocking over everything in a one foot radius and exclaims to me "That must have been some blow job!"
Thank God his comment barely phased the other kids. Frankly I don't think he understood what he said either. But after my eyes stopped bugging out and Michelle picked her jaw up off the floor 3 seconds later we both smiled and started laughing our asses off. He asked us a couple times why we were laughing. All I could tell this kid was "Because you bring me joy. And when I fell joy, I laugh."
Last night while helping with the Christmas play rehearsals I learned of his version of the baby Jesus story. It involves running off with an army of men to King Harlods castle, burning it down and arresting King Harlod and for wanting to kill a baby. This is the same kid who also things the Three Wise men are the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus and Baby Jesus.
I'm sure by now most people have heard about this story; the elderly amateur art student took it upon herself to restore a painting that was damaged over time in a church in Spain. In the greatest facepalm in recent history, this elderly woman says that she had the priest's permission to restore the painting, and proceeded to do so, working in full view of the other parishoners.
However, the original artist's family had just donated money for a professional restoration, and now the painting is destroyed. Experts are doubtful it can be saved.
Some are of the opinion that the "new" painting has become so famous that it's better to leave it alone, because now people are keen to have a look at it and see it; infamy is better than fame in this case I suppose.
Experts plan to get together to see whether the painting can be saved though it depends on how much of the original painting the elderly woman took off. Some reports suggest that before painting over, she scraped away parts of the original.
Dear Left Hand, allow me to introduce you to the Right Hand. NOW TALK TO EACH OTHER!
On a serious note, there are prints of the original available, as seen in the miniature held in the woman's hand in the video. While it won't be the same, there are artists who spend their time practicing the art styles of other artists and the professional paid to restore might be able to reproduce the original to at least give visitors a glimpse into what was originally painted there.
Well, whatever they decide upon in regards to this bungle, I hope they do what's right, and I do feel bad for the original family as that was a work of art that can never be original again.
On a more whimsical note, the power of the internet has produced a meme in 'honor' of this huge flub, and for a few laughs, we would like to introduce them to you.
May all your customers be nice,
I have come to vent a little bit to you all. It's not about retail persay, but still been treated like crap over the whole thing. And there is some sort of "customer" interaction, even though I am not buying anything.
So what has me all flustered and frustrated?
My son's school. He just started kindergarten, and since for pre-school he went to the daycare that did half day preschool other half daycare, this is my first time dealing with a public school as a parent. As a child, I went to a different public school in a different town, so this is my first time dealing with this town's public school system.
My issue is with the way the kids are brought to school and before they go into their classrooms. Parents aren't allowed into the building most of the time, so we are forced to bring our children to line up outside. This wouldn't be a problem if it weren't for several reasons.
There is no adult supervision. Sure, some parents, like myself, may stay until the kids have gone in, but what little kid in their right mind is going to listen to a stranger? Kids start lining up around 8:40 and are forced to stay outside, with zero shade, until 9:05. And that's if their teachers come out right away to collect them. Usually about 3-5 parents there and the school is K-5th grade, with multiple classes of each grade. 24 students in my son's class alone. It's very overwhelming to make sure no one is killing anyone...and is that really my responsibility?
I have seen basketballs thrown at other kids' heads. Pebbles, rocks, SCISSORS. I have tried stopping as much as I can, but seriously, some of these kids are pretty big and mean. I get alot of "You're not my mom or teacher, so shove off." I have tried talking to teachers about it, and just get the reply they will take care of it, and the next day they are at it again.
Not only do they throw things, but they hit, punch, and shove each other. My son's line is right in between a 2nd grade and a 3rd grade class. So all these kids are looming over my son, who is kind of tall for his age, but not by much. I turned around once to pick up the baby's blanket, and when I turned back around my son had a bloody lip. Turns out the hit wasn't directed for him, but he got in the cross fire and was the one that ended up hurt. Talked to the teacher, but because my son couldn't point out which kid did it for sure, nothing was done. And still no teacher supervision!
I have tried talking to the school principal, but each time I get a lame, half ass excuse like "He isn't in yet today." I have tried 3 different times, and school has only been in session since 8/20. My mom has told me to go higher up in the school board, but the thing is...the school district hasn't released any information on who is who and their contact details. I try calling the main office and get told to talk to the principal of the school. It's like...what am I suppose to do? Get the media involved? Wait for a kid to get seriously injured or run off and get lost? (Nearly happened yesterday with one of my son's classmates, but I chased him down and returned him to the line.)
Hasn't rained yet while they are all standing out there, thankfully. Though I am sure the next day half the kids will be out sick cause of it. And soooo looking forward to winter with all the snow. Maybe I will move before then and switch schools...
Just a few hours away! That's some serious job stress! Good luck NASA Slaves!