Thursday, March 24, 2011
Scare Technician. What...a profession.
My first real job as a lively hormonal teenager was one of a nighmare. Back in 2007, I worked for the Homer Haunted Mill as a zombie. I prefer the term scare technician, myself. But the experience as a whole really changed my outlook of the job force. I used to dread the fact that one day my catered-to lazy self would have to find a vocation. One that I would probably hate to wake up for each day, but this work experience really broadened my horizons. I grew to love working at the Haunted House. Most would assume it would have been a lax, slack-off workplace, but I busted my ass was all over that piece. We had secret doors to cawl through to follow customers through the Haunted House. I had to clean up the messes from the crowds and I actually helped create the monsters each and everyday. I learned alot from this job. Believe me, working at a Haunted House is a totally aweomse freekin job.