Work at a Haunted House?

Interior of Building
So many men and women are zombies on the job and zombies at home, slogging through a job they hate to fall in front of the TV at night. Their zombie-inspired existence is depressing. 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’re wearing a tie, it is askew and doubles as a noose.
Sarcasm is a technical skill and generously embraced. Skewed perspective is considered a leadership quality. And all of our creations are born from a severed funny bone.
No more do we have to stay silent and let the boss tell us what to do. We are a team. We’re open to expression. We look for the employee that other businesses have tossed out.
Our world is always changing. The basic aim remains the same… Scare the Beetlejuice from people. However, the method to the madness is in constant flux. There’s always more to do, things to create and ideas to explore.
The dress code stones. A number of us wear black and hide in the nooks and crannies. Some don their favorite red striped sweater to pay tribute to our recently 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 can live during the witching hours. We wake up late to tumble into the hallowed halls and wait for 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 little satisfied.
We inspire our visitors to scream, laugh, shout, shriek, run, hide and faint. We provide a place where people can escape the dull horrors of everyday life and succumb 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. Some 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 might not always be lucrative, but it is rich with creativity, comradery and innovation. Anything goes. The weirder the better. And no matter how old we get, we’ll always be kids as long as we are home.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *