Another Day In The Life of a Funeral Home Secretary

Just another day in the the exciting life of a funeral home secretary (really just the morning part).

Phone call 1st thing this morning:

Boss: Hurry to the hospital, they are sending Phyllis to Memphis. Get with her. I'll get there as soon as I can.
Me: Oh my gosh, I thought she was better! I'm on my way.
Me to Co-Worker: I think I 'm going to Memphis with Phyllis. Give me your phone, mines dead.
CW: OK

Jump in the van and hurry the short distance to the hospital. Speed park crooked in the only space available at the opposite end of where I need to be.

Run to room 26B

Phyllis looks up and says..
PK: What are you doing here, not that I'm not glad to see you.
ME: I'm going to Memphis with you.
PK: When am I going there and what for?
ME: BK told me to get with you and he would be here as soon as possible.
PK: I'm not going to Memphis, IM GOING HOME.
ME: Oh.
PK: Well sh**.
ME: Um, I guess I'll take you home.
PK: Well, Thank you.

I step out of her room so she can finish getting dressed, cause you know I busted up in the room without knocking.

I call the office and tell what's happened.

I will not be making the trip to Memphis. Whew.

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MM's first ball game is tonight. I'm not nervous about the game. I'm nervous about the fact that she has to RIDE the BUS all the way to SEARCY. Also, she tried on her uniform this morning...I need a tissue...my baby is growing up. It seems just like yesterday when she was standing in front of the Christmas Tree with her eyes closed telling me that I can't see her touching the tree because she can't see me. It seems just like yesterday when she sat down so gently by the sleeping Taylor and rubbed her little bald head with her hand and said.."My Baby"

Knotted up stomach on top of the UNNEEDED STRESS of going to Memphis with Phyllis.


Again, I know you all want to be me.