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I hate the schedule I am currently on, my days off are split so I am on 2 days, have a day off, then on three days then have a day off. It really fucks with me being able to catch up on anything around the house.
I cannot wait until they finally hire someone to be the office manger again, though it is the worst job in the office. Way too much responsibility and not enough power and perks to put up with it. It's the second hat I wear currently and I cannot wait to get rid of it. If it was the only job, it would be tolerable, but because I split between it and the lead embalmer, I have far more responsibility than one person should have and not enough time to fill either job with any sort of grace.
Bah, enough bitching!
The Eldest Spawn celebrated her seasonal rotation of the sun with a low key dinner with some of the family and a few friends. She's struggling with some fairly serious depression and having trouble finding work at the moment. To help combat that she is doing a lot of art and has launched a Patreon here:https://www.patreon.com/tinkerpunk/posts
Go forth and support her if you wish!
It's that time of year again, the rains continue unabated and the rivers rise. My phone is blowing up with flood alerts for the local river. I just want to put on my wellies and go for a walk along the soggy and commune with the drenched world.
I keep cutting my hair shorter and shorter, by fall I'll have shaved my head, or let it start growing back out. I'm not actually sure which I want.
As a result of my work schedule, I rarely have time to sit and read for leisure, so I became an Audible subscriber, which has been a good and a bad thing. On the good side, I've not continued to bring paperback books into the house where there is no place to hold them other than the floor and every flat surface.
On the bad side, I spend at least as much on audio books as I did on hard copy books. So I'm not saving any money.
Yesterday I started to listen to John Wyndham: A BBC Radio Drama Collection: Six classic BBC radio adaptations. I can recommend it to any that like this kind of thing, with all the additional noises and aspects of a radio drama. I am enjoying it quite a bit.
Working as a trade embalmer is an interesting experience. From what I have learned, if it is a challenging case, if they are oversize, if they have been autopsied and/or tissue donation, we are the ones you call to embalm.
That is not a complaint, it's just an observation. It came up at work, as I am currently mentoring an intern who had gone to work briefly at a traditional funeral home, before coming back to work with me and I mentioned that if I were to leave my current position I would work as an independent embalmer/funeral director. I had jokingly mentioned to a friend that my calling card should be "Have trocar, will travel".
In my job I wear many hats, funeral director, dispatch, removal tech, embalmer, and lead. I have two 'call-out' embalmers that trade off alternating weekends of the month. One of them has gone through two years of chemo and surgery for breast cancer and during that time, if she was on light duty we made accommodations for it and her.
Jump forward 2 years - my second call out embalmer is having some back issues, and the doctor puts her on light duty. She comes in with the note and is told to go home, that she can come back in two weeks with a clear to work note from the doctor.
In the two years between there have been a few that have had light duty that abused the system, but I feel that the response was out of line and uncalled for. It was however the owner of the business that made the call.
I guess that I am just wondering if this is as wrong as I feel that it is?
Rereading my last post from 2 years ago - I am still at Mortuary Service Provider. My interviews didn't pan out like I had hoped, but in looking at those same companies now I only only be grateful. One has a problematic worker, and their record with female employees makes me thank the Goddess everyday that I do not have to work with him on a regular basis. Nothing like having have your staff quit in protest when you bring said problem child from oe funeral home to another.
The other position (different company) was given to another person, and honestly I cannot understand why they do things the way that they do. But I don't work for them, so it really doesn't matter I guess.
Its a very small world in the death industry, so you always want to be cautious in what you say or do.
Lets be honest. We are all going to die. That is the truth, but have you thought about what it means?
I invite you to ask me anything about the death industry, really, anything.
I will respond in an open and honest manner.
The house is in turmoil - to much time together, to many adults all in the same house Its very difficult when two of the adults are the grown children of the other two.
Anger festers and boils out over trivial comments.
No one apologizes for the hurt, the pain, the sorrow caused. Each would rather have the other apologize.
Old angers and hurts are dragged out and reviewed.
We were terrible parents. We spanked, sometimes unjustly, its easy to point and say that this is where you did the incorrect thing.
The self loathing I feel for not being a better parent is crippling. I wish I had better role models, but I am a product of my parents. A battered and abused wife, an alcoholic and abusive father, whom I suspect of having some bi-polar tendencies, based on reviewing my memories. Its too late to know, both are long dead and their children reap their sowing.
Too long too late. My children are grown and alternately love and hate us in turn. They want to escape to another state. I wish I could make it possible for them.
I wish that I could get any of us to have a conversation with out it turning into a battle.
I wish, I wish, I wish, but none of that does any good.
Eventually they will leave and we will be left behind, as it should be, but the thought hurts.
Oh well. It is what it is and I can only accept it.
I got a note from a long time friend wanting to know if this journal was still active and I realized that I haven't updated in two years.
Time, like a river flows ever on, even when we attempt to hold it back.
In my case I made the realization that I rarely have the opportunity to just sit in front of a computer these days. When I worked for the Evil Empire was in front of one 8-10 hours a day, now I'm lucky to have an hour a day in front of one.the limits blogging and fandom activities pretty quickly.
I'm not complaining, I'm still employed full time in my field and I'm licensed as both a full funeral director and an Embalmer, so the trade-off is fair, but miss the ease participating in fandom.
So, here in a nutshell is what's happened in the past two years....
I am still employed at the mortuary provider and finished my internships. I passed my exams and became fully licensed. I am currently job hunting for something in a more traditional funeral home and have done a couple interviews.
My spouse embraced their inner woman and began transitioning a year ago. The Elder and the Younger Spawn continue to reside at the family home, the Elder working in their chosen field as well. They had planned on moving out, then as typical with life a crisis occurred and that was put on hold. Medical bills to be paid off, etc. Nothing to worry about, just a gall bladder that needed to come out then a reaction to the meds. All it's fine with them now.
The Middle Spawn, the Son in Law, and the Spawnletts moved back to the area for health issues and are doing mostly okay. Time prevents me from seeing then as much as I'd like, and I want to change that for the coming year.
Sat, Oct. 2nd, 2010, 10:18 pm
Originally posted by neo_prodigy
at Spirit Day
It’s been decided. On October 20th, 2010, we will wear purple in honor of the 6 gay boys who committed suicide in recent weeks/months due to homophobic abuse in their homes at at their schools. Purple represents Spirit on the LGBTQ flag and that’s exactly what we’d like all of you to have with you: spirit. Please know that times will get better and that you will meet people who will love you and respect you for who you are, no matter your sexuality. Please wear purple on October 20th. Tell your friends, family, co-workers, neighbors and schools.
RIP Tyler Clementi, Seth Walsh (top)
RIP Justin Aaberg, Raymond Chase (middle)
RIP Asher Brown and Billy Lucas. (bottom)
REBLOG to spread a message of love, unity and peace.