Top Ten Reasons to Work at a Haunted House Posted byadmin December 26, 2018 Leave a comment on Top Ten Reasons to Work at a Haunted House Being a zombie at work is rewarded. So many people are zombies on the job and zombies at home, slogging through a project they hate to fall in front of the TV at night. Ours is hilarious. We giggle and shake with anticipation of embracing our zombie-ness. There’s not a desk in sight. And if there is, it is covered 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. Wit is rewarded. Skewed perspective is considered a leadership quality. Humor is the order of the day. And all our creations are born from a severed funny bone. No longer do we have to keep silent and let the boss tell us what to do. We’re a team. We’re open to expression. We look for the worker that other industries have tossed out. Our world is always changing. The basic goal remains the same… Scare the Beetlejuice from people. But the method to the madness is in continuous flux. There is always more to do, things to make and ideas to explore. 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 can live during the witching hours. We wake up late to tumble to the hallowed halls and wait for our victims to come giggling up the sidewalk. Then we can come alive with ghoulish gumption before collapsing at the end of the night, sweaty and more than a little satisfied. We witness emotion. Real, raw emotion… on a daily basis. We inspire our visitors to shout, laugh, cry, 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. Some of them shriek. Some slide their telephone numbers into our rubber-gloved hands. We can embrace that we live on the island of misfit toys. We can celebrate that we are the square peg. And we can finally get the attention we crave. Because supporting our monster masks… we need love too. We are home. It might 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 will always be kids as long as we’re home.