Arguably! I was doing suicide risk assessments and I quit to go nanny for the same amount of pay. Don't major in the mental health field, kids.
Hey! I quit my job and stumbled back here. Glad to see all you bastards.
So what leads one to become a funeral home employee? Thus far they've all seemed like failed used car salesmen-- with even less interpersonal skills. An extra 400 dollars for a burial on Saturday? You can pay over the phone but no wait you can't! Plus also we will never call you back! Jesus christ, you think these people would have it together.
It would be nice if grief/mourning lasted a predetermined amount of time and then you were done with it. The funeral was Friday-- it couldn't've gone any better and I felt like my dad was watching and having a great time. My eulogy went over well (I managed to make 'em laugh and cry), and everything felt like the perfect summation of who my dad was. My favorite part was probably at the rosary the night before, where we played "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life" at the end (as per his request).... everyone started singing along, and it nicely encapsulated who my dad was (deeply religious, but also perfectly able to appreciate some damn good satire).
So far the hardest part have been the dreams-- last night I dreamt he was home and I woke up very confused and upset. Adding a job search into the grief mix is very daunting.
I have to give him extra credit-- he did it in a room full of relatives, which had to be extra nerve-wracking. I keep trying to remember his words (I've been having a hard time keeping things in my brain)...he said something like "This really isn't a good time, but there hasn't been a good time since I met you-- I love your daughter, and when the time is right I want your permission to be with her forever". I know he heard him, and that's what matters most.
I got a job up in Dallas, so I quit the state school (and it sounds like it's still a sinking ship)...unfortunately, the job I got was a complete joke (think modern day snake oil salesmen...according to them chewing gum raises your IQ 10-20 points and you can cure seizure disorders by breathing) and the consensus was it was time for me to quit...after four days. Right now I'm jobless (I was supposed to have an interview a few days ago but I cancelled for obvious reasons). I've found out some other stuff about my old job that would make your head spin, it's a difficult field for sure.
Thanks Cap'n. I often think of this place, I dunno why I don't comment more often.
He's sitting here playing Townes van Zandt on the guitar while I struggle to write a eulogy-- mostly I've been talking about ice cream and politics, which is maybe a bad idea?
He was cool-- it's a shame how you forget it during your teenage years, but I'm glad he stuck around long enough for it to all come back to me.
He was way, way too young.