animar64 posted: "WP Daily Prompt: Tell us about a time when you felt out of place. When I was a Mortician's Apprentice and the Funeral Directors I worked with had a rush on services to ber provided, we would have embalming parties. What that meant was we were go" MY ENDURING BONES
WP Daily Prompt: Tell us about a time when you felt out of place.
When I was a Mortician's Apprentice and the Funeral Directors I worked with had a rush on services to ber provided, we would have embalming parties.
What that meant was we were going to be pulling in overtime and end up working through the night, but that was ok because we got PIZZA. I think the President of our Company tried to get us to call them " Pizza Parties " instead of embalming parties. but he also asked us to not play with our Nano Baby Keychains during staff meetings and that suggestion went nowhere too.
We explained that we couldn't ignore our nanobabies because our Nano Babies would die if we didn't take care of them and he said if we couldn't handle that, we need to seek employment at one of the many fine dining establishments in the area- McDonalds and Burger King were always looking for highly motivated workers so we could start there.
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There was something a little odd that did happen at our embalming parties. It happened every single time.
After the Services for the day were done, our Embalming party would start. We would the music up pretty loud and then we did something we didn't normally do any other time.
We locked the door between the embalming and prep area and the CU.
As the night went on we told stupid jokes, had debates about who would win in a fight- Superman or Freddy Kruger, was microwave popcorn an actual food.
Nobody I worked with would ever confess to believing in ghosts, they didn't believe that the Spirits of the dead were watching us as we prepared them to see their family and friends for the last time. But at around two in the morning we started to feel like we didn't belong in the Funeral Home and that feeling made us feel nervous- and at that point we started to speak softly and move around quietly.
In other words, we acted the way Morticians acted in the movies and that was just creepy.
I felt like I had over stayed my welcome and was being politely asked to leave- we all felt that way, but we would joke about that feeling and said we were tired and just acting silly.
But nobody ever teased anyone else when they mentioned that feeling. Nobody made fun of you or laughed when you brought it up out of nowhere.
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