Good morning!
Unless your name is Betty and you live in Arizona (*smile*), I think we can all relate.
The car radio? That's me!
So yesterday morning, I put on my big-girl panties and basically told my GM I don't think my employment is doing White Chapel or myself any favors.
Never in a million years did I anticipate feeling this way after what, 5 weeks? I've tried to comprehend the legalities, etc., but it's like I'm trying to run up the down escalator.
Unfortunately -- and I don't mean to sound melodramatic -- Friday afternoon I really thought I was suffering a cardiac event. Like what happened to my father at 69 ... the same age I am today.
I quickly chewed a couple of baby aspirin, but still felt a crazy pressure in my chest. And you know what I did? Nothing.
Crazy, but my first thoughts went to my son -- and, how much I wanted a cigarette to feel better. (Pathetic, huh? It's been 6+ years since I quit, but there you go.)
This morning the pressure's gone, but I've an appointment with my primary doc in the AM, and might ask her for a referral.
Anyway. My GM allowed, that desk isn't without a good bit of stress, but he said he believed in me … and asked me to think about it over the weekend. (Nothing to think about, but OK. I promised.) He must have called the office manager, because Christina called a few hours later and said all the right (PC) things -- including, and this cracked me up so much, "I had no idea, because you're such a great example of grace under pressure." (bahahaha!)
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Then, he could've knocked me over with a feather. Rather than resigning, would I consider working at another funeral home closer to my home. One without all the legal paperwork associated with a cemetery? Basically, it's a much smaller and quieter operation; I'd be little more than a receptionist.
Tom and I've talked it over. Basically, if it doesn't involve Saturdays and the pay remains the same, I'm leaning towards giving it a try. No promises.
If not, I'm at peace with it.
No new blinds? No new flooring? No new computer?
So what?
Thanks so much for listening! 'Promise to keep y'all in the loop.
Meanwhile, I hope you enjoy these tidbits, below.
Have a delight-full Sunday, and be safe!
Hugs, Myra
Farmers are protecting baby calves from frostbite with knitted hoodies.
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Some of the best words ever, don't you agree?
