Reasons to Work at a Haunted House

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So many men and women are zombies on the job and zombies at home, slogging through a project they hate to fall in front of the TV at night. We giggle and shake with anticipation of adopting our zombie-ness.
There’s not a desk in sight. And if there is, it is coated with rust and body parts to make a horrific office scene which bad 9-5 drones will relate to. If we are wearing a tie, it is askew and doubles as a noose.
Sarcasm is a technical ability and generously embraced. Skewed perspective is regarded as a leadership quality. And all our creations are born from a severed funny bone.
No more do we have to keep silent and allow the boss tell us exactly what to do. We’re a team. We’re open to expression. We look for the worker that other businesses have tossed out.
Our world is constantly changing. The fundamental aim remains the same… Scare the Beetlejuice from people. However, the method to the madness is in continuous flux. There’s always more to dothings to make and ideas to research.
The dress code stones. A number people wear black and hide in the nooks and crannies. Some don their favorite red striped sweater to pay tribute to our newly departed hero. Some have the teased black hair with oh-so-perfect bangs, red lipstick and gnarly tattoos… but whatever we wear. No. One. Cares.
We wake up late to fall to the hallowed halls and await our victims to come giggling up the sidewalk. Then we could come alive with ghoulish gumption before falling at the end of the night, sweaty and more than a bit satisfied.
We inspire our visitors to shout, laugh, shout, shriek, run, hide and faint. We offer a place where people can escape the dull horrors of everyday life and cling to the thrilling horrors of dream while safely in our grasp.
We can let our inner freak fly. We flirt, tease and playfully bully our guests. A number of them shriek. Some slide their telephone numbers into our rubber-gloved hands. We can adopt that we live on the island of misfit toys. We can observe that we are the square peg. And we could finally get the attention we crave. Because supporting our monster masks… we need love too.
We are home. It may not always be rewarding, but it is loaded with creativity, comradery and innovation. Anything goes. The weirder the better. And no matter how old we get, we’ll always be children as long as we’re home.

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