Ah! And so the progression of my life takes another step forward towards the void!
I have recently become lucky enough (and thusly blessed by the gods) to receive the opportunity to work at one of the very best Haunted Outdoor Attractions on the East Coast! "Headless Horseman Hayrides" Here I come!
Well - more likely Vini Vidi Vici... Whether it is spelled correctly or not.
You see I had the fortuitous interview on Thursday past. I drove in, stood in a semi circle of other perhaps-fortunates to listen to the General Manager - a gent by the name of Darren - explain some fone facts of the place. It has been in operation for 18 years now, they employ off-duty policemen to protect their staff (Of which they are VERy protective) and they have approximately 200 employees out of 600 received applications this year alone. They rank in the top 13 haunted attractions of the East coast, I believe, and the very bestest in something else!
And then I return home. Thinking "well at least I know where the place is now - and huh, it isn't that far from my house!" Lo and behold, on Friday afternoon, I receive another call - From the aforementioned Darren satying, "We'd LOVE to have you with us this year! Come on in tomorrow night at 5:30 so we can figure out where to put you. Oh, and wear ALL BLACK. Thanks!"
Excitedly, I hurried through my days, wondering just HOW much fun I was going to have. Following the scant directions that followed in a subsequent message from darren, I went to the employee lot, and got out of my car, beginning to trudge towards 'The Chalet'.
Of course, I have no idea where I am going. So after beseeching of a fellow Headless for assistance, being a humble n00b myself, I arrive at the costume cottage lovingly titled 'The Chalet'. My trail brings me to the innards of costume-make-up central. After approximately 30 seconds of standing, a shorter lady with spikey hair and thick round glasses stares at me. And stares for just a second, a flash of time.
"Hey. You're tall. You'd be good in ___ costume."
[[details censored for the sake of the surprise factor.]]
Then of course I take turns coming in, getting paperqwork, going back outside, hanging out with a friend of mine's mother whom was also working there, then going back inside, asking questions, coming outside with my costume, struggling into it, and waiting, then walking, then being blind, then being able to see, then being blind, then holding very very still.
Come to Headless Horseman and be scared by your very own Oru.