Dirty Thirty
Turned 30 on November 17th, and I swear to you that I did feel old the second it happened. Haha :) Everyone keeps saying 30 is the new 20's, but whatever. I'm so out of shape and working so many hours that I feel old, so there!
My friend Natalie had her baby boy Christiano, and it's funny how just a few months ago I was there with her at her sonogram to find out if he was a boy or girl. Crazy how time passes us by, as Ferris Bueller says, better stop and enjoy it.
Went to job interview at corporate for the funeral home company I work at, and it went well, seems pretty likely that I'll have a follow up interview.. makes me nervous as hell even thinking about it. I know wherever I've worked at I've always done my best, and tried my hardest to get everything done well, and I hope if I get this job that I can hold onto it and do my best and not make a fool of my current boss who put in a great word for me there. :p
It can be tough working at a funeral home, but it's also very rewarding. I'd say 4 out of 5 funerals or visitations I've worked, someone comes up to me and asks "how can you work here?? i couldn't do it" and i explain to them that yeah, it can get tough, but that i love being able to be there for the family and friends even if it's just helping out a little through such a tough time. then they always say I have a huge heart... and it makes me wonder, do i? is it really that hard for some people to be around grieving people, and the dead and want to help out? if it is, then i feel very humbled. Like i said, it's rewarding, because i'm constantly reminded of how fortunate i am, and i try to tell my friends and family as often as i can that i love them so much.
This Friday when I learned about the school shooting up in Connecticut I wanted to cry, I had to hold back the tears because I was at work at the funeral home alone, and knew if a call came in I couldn't be upset in case it was a family calling, already upset. It wasn't until Saturday night, during an episode of Homeland, where a child died, that I finally let it all out. I cried a lot, not just for the children and grown ups lost during the shooting, or their families.. but i also cried for everyone who has died unexpectedly or before their parent's have passed. During a funeral this weekend a pastor even made that comment, and it made sense, that unexpected deaths and young people dying are probably the toughest to understand.
Gotta always take the time to stop and remind people that you love them, and set aside petty differences for people you truly care about.
My friend Natalie had her baby boy Christiano, and it's funny how just a few months ago I was there with her at her sonogram to find out if he was a boy or girl. Crazy how time passes us by, as Ferris Bueller says, better stop and enjoy it.
Went to job interview at corporate for the funeral home company I work at, and it went well, seems pretty likely that I'll have a follow up interview.. makes me nervous as hell even thinking about it. I know wherever I've worked at I've always done my best, and tried my hardest to get everything done well, and I hope if I get this job that I can hold onto it and do my best and not make a fool of my current boss who put in a great word for me there. :p
It can be tough working at a funeral home, but it's also very rewarding. I'd say 4 out of 5 funerals or visitations I've worked, someone comes up to me and asks "how can you work here?? i couldn't do it" and i explain to them that yeah, it can get tough, but that i love being able to be there for the family and friends even if it's just helping out a little through such a tough time. then they always say I have a huge heart... and it makes me wonder, do i? is it really that hard for some people to be around grieving people, and the dead and want to help out? if it is, then i feel very humbled. Like i said, it's rewarding, because i'm constantly reminded of how fortunate i am, and i try to tell my friends and family as often as i can that i love them so much.
This Friday when I learned about the school shooting up in Connecticut I wanted to cry, I had to hold back the tears because I was at work at the funeral home alone, and knew if a call came in I couldn't be upset in case it was a family calling, already upset. It wasn't until Saturday night, during an episode of Homeland, where a child died, that I finally let it all out. I cried a lot, not just for the children and grown ups lost during the shooting, or their families.. but i also cried for everyone who has died unexpectedly or before their parent's have passed. During a funeral this weekend a pastor even made that comment, and it made sense, that unexpected deaths and young people dying are probably the toughest to understand.
Gotta always take the time to stop and remind people that you love them, and set aside petty differences for people you truly care about.