Monday - The Corporation
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ninanevermore"I think that place would be perfect for you. I don't know, it's just so you," Jeff told me this weekend.
We were talking about the corporation that owns and operates the funeral homes.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked.
"You know. You're just...I don't know…it fits your personality."
"Oh, thanks." I wasn't really offended, though. I'd been thinking the same thing. The idea of that corporation, so large and normal looking on the outside yet dealing with such a macabre line of business, and filled with such normal looking people whose main outstanding attribute is that they don't mind dealing with such a macabre line of business, kind of felt like home from the moment I set up my first interview. "But the drive..."
"It's not that much worse that your last drive was."
"I was hoping for something better than my last drive. I hated my last drive."
"It's only – what? – six miles more?"
"Six miles deeper into the city. It may as well be 15 or 20 miles as far as the commute goes."
"Think of how much fun you'll have explaining to people where you work and what they do."
"You just want me to get back to work because we're running out of money."
"Well, yeah, there's that, but I think it fits you, too."
"I've got to find a daycare closer to there, in the city. I can't be sure I can make it back out here in an hour and a half."
We discussed the pros and cons of this as far as our son goes. I hate putting him through the trauma of adjusting to a new place. It would be nice if I had someone local who could pick him up if I were running late. I don't.
"It's up to you, honey."
"No, it's not just up to me. This affects both of us. I need to get back to work."
It's funny how a place imprints on you. How you can walk into a company and know you belong there, that you were meant to work for these people. I would be on the corporate end of things, not the production end. I would never step inside of a funeral parlor, except for the two day training period where I would simply observe that side of the operations. Even then, I wouldn't be dealing with the dead directly. It would be interesting.
They say that whenever a door closes, somewhere a window opens. How could I have guessed that my window would have black curtains hanging in it? I go in for the drug screening tomorrow morning. There is a week waiting period while they run my background check. Then they'll let me know.
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We were talking about the corporation that owns and operates the funeral homes.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked.
"You know. You're just...I don't know…it fits your personality."
"Oh, thanks." I wasn't really offended, though. I'd been thinking the same thing. The idea of that corporation, so large and normal looking on the outside yet dealing with such a macabre line of business, and filled with such normal looking people whose main outstanding attribute is that they don't mind dealing with such a macabre line of business, kind of felt like home from the moment I set up my first interview. "But the drive..."
"It's not that much worse that your last drive was."
"I was hoping for something better than my last drive. I hated my last drive."
"It's only – what? – six miles more?"
"Six miles deeper into the city. It may as well be 15 or 20 miles as far as the commute goes."
"Think of how much fun you'll have explaining to people where you work and what they do."
"You just want me to get back to work because we're running out of money."
"Well, yeah, there's that, but I think it fits you, too."
"I've got to find a daycare closer to there, in the city. I can't be sure I can make it back out here in an hour and a half."
We discussed the pros and cons of this as far as our son goes. I hate putting him through the trauma of adjusting to a new place. It would be nice if I had someone local who could pick him up if I were running late. I don't.
"It's up to you, honey."
"No, it's not just up to me. This affects both of us. I need to get back to work."
It's funny how a place imprints on you. How you can walk into a company and know you belong there, that you were meant to work for these people. I would be on the corporate end of things, not the production end. I would never step inside of a funeral parlor, except for the two day training period where I would simply observe that side of the operations. Even then, I wouldn't be dealing with the dead directly. It would be interesting.
They say that whenever a door closes, somewhere a window opens. How could I have guessed that my window would have black curtains hanging in it? I go in for the drug screening tomorrow morning. There is a week waiting period while they run my background check. Then they'll let me know.
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