And So Begins My New Life

Join me as I embark on a new life and new career in Funeral Services.

My Photo
Name:
Location: Southeast, United States

I'm a Funeral Services graduate embarking on a new career. I graduated high school in 1981, served honorably in the United States Navy from 1982-1986, been married since 1986, and have one son. I've relocated to a new state and have begun working in my chosen profession of Funeral Services, and I've never been happier.

Email me

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Surprise Saturday

My apologies to everyone for not posting sooner, but in all honesty nothing much worth writing about has been happening.

However, today was an interesting day, so I'll share it with everyone. This is my weekend to work, and I show up at the funeral home this morning at about 8:30. We've had two calls overnight; one is an embalming for my location, the other is a cremation for our newly acquired funeral home. So I call Returning Employee and together we get the body embalmed. The owner shows up and tells me to go to the new location to keep an eye on the guys who are doing some painting and remodeling. I know that we had a memorial service at 2pm, but I figured the other director from the new location would be working, as he usually covers weekend services there.

Before I left, though, I called the director to see if I needed to put together a memorial package for the service: Guest book, memorial cards, thank you cards, etc. It turns out we do need one, so I get it together. As I'm almost ready to leave, the owner comes out from his meeting with the family of the gentleman we embalmed. We pull down a casket and put it in the selection room for them to look at. While we're doing that, the phone rings. A family has lost someone and wants to come in to make arrangements. The owner talks to them and makes an appointment. The body is at the medical examiner, so I can't get it until the family comes in and gives the ME office permission to release to us.

We finish getting the casket ready and are rolling it into the selection room when the phone rings again. I answer it and the lady says her mom has died and the hospice people called the wrong funeral home. We are supposed to handle everything. So I get her number, pull the file, and sure enough, we have the prepaid arrangements. So I call hospice and let them know I'm coming out to pick up the body. This is a direct cremation, so I proceed to our new location. I get the body into the cooler and the owner comes in. I ask him how long I am supposed to stay. He tells me 2:30! Imagine my surprise. I thought somewhere along the way someone would have told me I was working a memorial service today, but no, they didn't.

In the meantime, the owner had set an appointment with the lady I spoke to. She was to come in at 3pm. So I was sent back to the original location to meet with her. She came in and we took care of everything. Shortly after she left the owner comes back. He's meeting with the family of the call he took that morning. I'll be going after the body tomorrow.

What I thought was going to be a regular Saturday morning turned into an all day affair. I was glad when the owner told me I could go home. I wasted no time in leaving. I love my job, but sometimes it's good to end your day and go home to relax.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

Links to this post:

Create a Link

<< Home

TEXT