Zany Funeral Home People
I worked last night at AFH. It was my first night working there during a visitation. In fact, we had two of them. I cannot get over how much MORE work is involved for LESS pay. But, I'm grateful for the experience. Apparently, us "hostesses" (well, the guy I worked with last night I guess would be a "host") had to stand at each door to greet and direct people. I had to make sure no one was coming upstairs with coffee from the lounge. This lady wanted smelling salts. This man, I don't know what he was up to, but it sounded like he was trying to set me up with his TEENAGE son. He introduced me to his son and was asking about if it was unusual for one to meet a mate in a funeral home. To make light of the situation and the fact he was embarrassing the hell out of his poor kid, I told him as long as it was one of the live ones I saw nothing unusual about it. He asked if I personally knew anyone that had met and gotten married from hanging around a funeral home. It was strange. He joked that it would be funny if people came in and didn't know the deceased and just came to pick up girls. Harharhar. Weird-o.
The owner/director, S***, I have never seen a director operate as he does. The family wasn't ready to meet with him to make some final details and so he said to call him when they were ready--he was going to cut his grass. I was like, "really? Mow the lawn??" and he said yes, to just call him. Why would one, in a suit no less, go and mow their lawn?? Isn't that something you do on your day off? Whatever. He's so weird. He said he was changing when I pointed to what he was wearing. When we tried to call him, he didn't answer because obviously, who can hear their phone over a lawn mower? So the family had to wait. Then the family pissed him off. Pissed him off SO bad that he came to where me and my coworker Bob were, stomping his feet and shouting in a whisper, "they are pissing me the FUCK off!!" Then he took their arrangement folder, bit it, and crumpled it! Then he stomped into the bathroom, shut the door, and shout/whispered I don't know what. Then after a few minutes of that, ran out, ran upstairs to the offices and slammed the door. I was just in shock. I have NEVER seen anyone act so immature in my life. This guy is in his 30's. Everyone warned me about him at some point. I guess I have to be prepared for him to go off on me should I piss him off. They said if I call him in the morning and he doens't talk, he just grunts, that means he is listening so just start talking, don't be thrown off my the grunting. Anyhow, S*** is totally different from his brother, J***. Crazy!
We couldn't just clean up and leave after the families were done. We had to set up the chairs for the service the following day. They were having 6 pallbearers, which means we need to MAKE them boutineers. B** showed me how to do that, apparently we use the flowers from the casket spray. OMG, what tedious work that was. Not only that, but S*** asked me to use the camera to take pictures of all the flowers received. OMG, if that wasn't even more tedious. It wasn't like I could take a group photo, it wasn't like I could take individual pictures of them each in their spot. Oh no. I had to take each arrangement, in the order they were logged in, and place them on this table, then take the photo, the put the arrangement back in its place. Of course, some of the arrangements were too big/heavy for me to move, so I had to run up the stairs (I would have just called him, but he had the music blasting) and get him to come down and help me.
I didn't get home until 11:15, and I was hoping to study when I got home from work for my final exam today.
The owner/director, S***, I have never seen a director operate as he does. The family wasn't ready to meet with him to make some final details and so he said to call him when they were ready--he was going to cut his grass. I was like, "really? Mow the lawn??" and he said yes, to just call him. Why would one, in a suit no less, go and mow their lawn?? Isn't that something you do on your day off? Whatever. He's so weird. He said he was changing when I pointed to what he was wearing. When we tried to call him, he didn't answer because obviously, who can hear their phone over a lawn mower? So the family had to wait. Then the family pissed him off. Pissed him off SO bad that he came to where me and my coworker Bob were, stomping his feet and shouting in a whisper, "they are pissing me the FUCK off!!" Then he took their arrangement folder, bit it, and crumpled it! Then he stomped into the bathroom, shut the door, and shout/whispered I don't know what. Then after a few minutes of that, ran out, ran upstairs to the offices and slammed the door. I was just in shock. I have NEVER seen anyone act so immature in my life. This guy is in his 30's. Everyone warned me about him at some point. I guess I have to be prepared for him to go off on me should I piss him off. They said if I call him in the morning and he doens't talk, he just grunts, that means he is listening so just start talking, don't be thrown off my the grunting. Anyhow, S*** is totally different from his brother, J***. Crazy!
We couldn't just clean up and leave after the families were done. We had to set up the chairs for the service the following day. They were having 6 pallbearers, which means we need to MAKE them boutineers. B** showed me how to do that, apparently we use the flowers from the casket spray. OMG, what tedious work that was. Not only that, but S*** asked me to use the camera to take pictures of all the flowers received. OMG, if that wasn't even more tedious. It wasn't like I could take a group photo, it wasn't like I could take individual pictures of them each in their spot. Oh no. I had to take each arrangement, in the order they were logged in, and place them on this table, then take the photo, the put the arrangement back in its place. Of course, some of the arrangements were too big/heavy for me to move, so I had to run up the stairs (I would have just called him, but he had the music blasting) and get him to come down and help me.
I didn't get home until 11:15, and I was hoping to study when I got home from work for my final exam today.