It finally hit the fan
You know somedays when you wake up with a huge, ominous knot in your gut and you just know that something bad is going to happen?
Yeah, one of those days. But other than that sense of dread tip toeing behind me I woke up surprisingly chipper. I was already expecting to have a rough day so I decided to jog 3 miles and finished at a new record time. I even allowed myself the priveledge of checking out Agassi's rear while he stretched and flexed infront of me. He knows it drives me crazy. I was so psyched to go on a service today with Shonna that I dressed up really nice: skirt, three inch stilettos (yeah, sis...three inches), and a beautiful white, lacey shirt. I styled my hair (which was hacked off yesterday and is now 4 inches shorter) and carefully did my makeup. Here's some pictures before the sh*t hit the fan. Don't mind the bird.:
To make a long, horribly depressing story short, Shonna and I had just arrived at the church when she remembers that the prayer cards forgot to be printed. She knows I can handle a service so she takes the Lead car back to the funeral home to get them. I start the procession with the minister and the family into the church, and it's seamless. Then I wait paitently for Shonna.
Thirty minutes pass and I'm still waiting.
Finally, I see the Lead car pull around and...Sheria steps out. Our office manager. The only woman with a pair of balls big enough to intimidate Michelle and the only person holding the funeral home up. When I ask what happened to Shonna, she's almost at a loss for words and simply says: "I'm not sure about the details, but when I left I know she was either fired or she quit."
I was in utter shock. Michelle called another funeral home to send a Director out to help me with the graveside. Shonna and Sheria both met me at the cemetery: Shonna was in her car and Sheria had taken the Lead car, I had to hitch a ride with the other Director. We sat in Shonna car for the longest time just bawling and bitching. I had already made up my mind a long time ago that if Shonna ever left, I would leave. I'm already a licensed funeral director, so there would be nothing keeping me at the funeral home.
So that's what I did. I quit. As soon as I got back to the funeral home I quit.
I still need two more embalming cases and I'll figure out how to get those tomorrowm, since Michelle threatened me that if I left the company, I couldn't volunteer at the Care Center anymore. That's BS. Plus, everyone at the Care Center hates her. I'm positive that I can finish my two cases despite what she says.
Despite a very emotional and stressful day, I have no regrets about leaving. I can work full time for the Kostelacs and make much more money, atleast temporarily, while I call on some old friends at other funeral homes outside the company. One in particular I know would hire me in a heart beat, though it's quite a commute.
Oh yeah, here's a picture of me after the whole ordeal. I've been crying all day. My eyes are puffy.
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