Happy Again

In one of my previous posts I alluded to the fact that I had lost my joy, and if I had the financial security I would leave funeral directing altogether. Since moving to my new firm I have rediscovered my joy, much like Billy Crystal finding his smile in "City Slickers." At my new firm I no longer feel like a janitor, although I frequently joke with the staff about them letting janitors meet with families and make funeral arrangements. In addition to not being relegated to janitorial duties, I have been tasked with assisting with some bookkeeping, which requires me to learn Quickbooks. It's a challenge, as I am not a bookkeeper by any means, and I have never used Quickbooks in my life. Still, I am slowly figuring it out with help from the video tutorials and the secretary at our crematory.