GOD the Funeral Home is going to make me have a STROKE
I've officially come to the conclusion that I may be super-neurotic. And also petrified of hurting people - no matter how illogical my particular reasoning may be at this moment.
For any of you who feel compelled to read this and don't know my personally, my father works as a funeral director. As such, I was at the funeral home with him last night, helping him prepare the embalming room for the Jewish Tohara (I cannot spell that word no matter how many times I try so if you're Jewish - I AM SO SORRY! I SUCK AT SPELLING!). We needed to get a specific type of casket, therefore, and of course, as always, it was buried under a billion other boxes, caskets, etc. So I'm standing there, moving things when I realize I'm holding a really small box. And I mean, this thing is about the same size as a box of half-slab cakes that I work with. About three seconds later, I realize that no, it isn't an urn like I initially though, but rather a casket for a baby. Cue me instantly bawling and freaking out about bad karma. Recently I hadn't been exactly... joyous about someone I know being pregnant. But then, standing there last night with a tiny casket in my hands, I could never wish her harm anymore. And for those of you that DO know me personally, you'll know that me saying that is huge as I've been talking about wanting to throw this woman off a mountain for the last year of my life. No more, however. I don't think I'd be able to live with myself if anything happened to her or the baby. Seriously. All my hatred is suddenly down the drain because of the absolute pain and horror that could come from holding such a tiny wooden box. It was heartbreaking.
Needless to say my father rolled his eyes, told me I was being an idiot, and took the casket away from me before asking me to help him move a normal, adult size casket into the embalming room where it belonged. Talk about life-altering moments in history. Which reminds me that I need to tell my cousin Ally about my... revelation of sorts. But that will have to wait till later as I'm supposed to be hastily writing a paper for my class tonight at 5 and I have yet to make any decent progress on it. Alas, thus is my life apparently.
I'm off to do homework and hopefully combat bad karma. Seriously. I feel like such a massive bitch for all my anger over the last year.
To quote "Tangled": I'm a despicable human being.... -headdesk-
For any of you who feel compelled to read this and don't know my personally, my father works as a funeral director. As such, I was at the funeral home with him last night, helping him prepare the embalming room for the Jewish Tohara (I cannot spell that word no matter how many times I try so if you're Jewish - I AM SO SORRY! I SUCK AT SPELLING!). We needed to get a specific type of casket, therefore, and of course, as always, it was buried under a billion other boxes, caskets, etc. So I'm standing there, moving things when I realize I'm holding a really small box. And I mean, this thing is about the same size as a box of half-slab cakes that I work with. About three seconds later, I realize that no, it isn't an urn like I initially though, but rather a casket for a baby. Cue me instantly bawling and freaking out about bad karma. Recently I hadn't been exactly... joyous about someone I know being pregnant. But then, standing there last night with a tiny casket in my hands, I could never wish her harm anymore. And for those of you that DO know me personally, you'll know that me saying that is huge as I've been talking about wanting to throw this woman off a mountain for the last year of my life. No more, however. I don't think I'd be able to live with myself if anything happened to her or the baby. Seriously. All my hatred is suddenly down the drain because of the absolute pain and horror that could come from holding such a tiny wooden box. It was heartbreaking.
Needless to say my father rolled his eyes, told me I was being an idiot, and took the casket away from me before asking me to help him move a normal, adult size casket into the embalming room where it belonged. Talk about life-altering moments in history. Which reminds me that I need to tell my cousin Ally about my... revelation of sorts. But that will have to wait till later as I'm supposed to be hastily writing a paper for my class tonight at 5 and I have yet to make any decent progress on it. Alas, thus is my life apparently.
I'm off to do homework and hopefully combat bad karma. Seriously. I feel like such a massive bitch for all my anger over the last year.
To quote "Tangled": I'm a despicable human being.... -headdesk-