Monday - Buisness Partners

[ninanevermore]

I stopped by to visit the Carney on my way back from my job interview this afternoon. I thought he might find it interesting which company has been talking to me.

"We're going to be in the same business!" I told him.

The Carney snorted. "I deal with souls, not corpses."

"I wouldn't be dealing with corpses, either. I'd be on the end that solicits souls about how to process the corpses they plan to leave behind."

There is a large corporation in Houston that owns and manages funeral homes and cemeteries all across North America. The funeral homes are like franchises that make money for the corporate office - McDeaths, if you will. McDeaths is not the real name of the company, of course. The real name is something so vague that it might as well be written in beige font. I need something to call them here, however, and McDeaths describes them perfectly.

The corporate office of McDeaths is hiring support staff for its marketing department. The company seems like a nice place to work. I have one more person to interview with before they make their decision. On the downside, the commute would be worse than my last one. Part of me is ready to get back to work, and another part is screaming that an 80 miles round trip daily commute is more than I could probably bear. Then another part of me brings up the fact that seeing the look on people's faces when I explain what my company does would provide a lot of entertainment for years to come.

"It's not the same business. What I do isn't technically a business. I don't get paid."

"Well, yeah, you're on the non-profit end. I'd be working for a check and benefits. And I'd get a discount on anyone I need to bury – kind of like a buddy pass* to the great beyond."

"Uh-huh."

"Oh, act happy for me. This is the most promising lead I've had in awhile. And I double checked, the resume they got is error free."

"Good luck, then."

"Thanks, Jim."

There was a pause in the conversation as I rocked back and forth on my heels.

"Any nasty surprises I need to know about in my near future?" I finally asked.

"I wouldn't tell you if there were," he said amicably.

"Just thought I'd ask."

"And you got the same answer as always."

"Maybe you'll tell me more when we're in the same industry."

"Probably not."

"But you can't blame a girl for trying," I said, "Later."

I left him there working his Ferris Wheel and headed off. It's a hot day in Houston, and I was sweating in my nice interview clothes. The Carney waved as I opened my car door.

"Take care," he said. "Drive careful."

"I will," I promised. I think it's nice of him to worry. Not everyone gets to see the caring side of death like I do.



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* a disount ticket available to the friends and family of airline employees. I can get them through my husband's job.

Comments

[noblwish.livejournal.com]

I dunno... I'd think that would be a fun way to refer to Cremation!

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

Technically speaking, cremation is a baking process, I think. Still, crispy is crispy.

[neanahe.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I wouldn't be dealing with the public, just funeral directors out to makes sales and solicit business. I'm not sure what kind of sense of humor your average funeral director has (I suspect it's on the dry side), but I'm sure I would figure it out pretty quickly.