What quality of life do I strive for?
I want to have enough money to buy as much Hello Kitty merchandise it makes me sick. I want to surround myself with shit that doesn't serve a purpose; its only reason for existing is for its pleasing aesthetic. Contrary to popular belief, hauling corpses doesn't pay, especially when you are trying to get licensed. It also doesn't help that I'm a girl, so already I'm expected to work for next to nothing, because they are being so gracious for giving me the chance to prove that women aren't worthless. Today as I drove an hour to work, put on my dry-cleaned skirt and a pair of pantyhose (luckily the runs in these are concealed), I didn't expect that my associates' degree in mortuary science would be put to shame as I was sent out in 55 degree weather, with the wind blowing to sweep the leaves outside the funeral home. With a snow shovel, broom, and a trash can, I dragged that can around the funeral home and back and forth to the dumpster. On top of trying not ruin my hose or my skirt, I couldn't catch my breath (smoker's lungs). Sometimes I miss corporate world, because corporate funeral homes pay maintenance, landscapers, and housekeepers to come do this bullshit. With family owned, *everyone* does everything (unless the manager isn't a cheapskate and actually employs people to scrub the toilets who aren't wearing a suit). As a form of hazing, the funeral director who is signing my licensing papers enjoys giving me these little chores. The reason? All funeral directors want to inflict as much pain on you as they all claimed to have endured during their apprenticeship. And he is also a pervert who thinks that if he plays the role of mentor, I will fuck him as compensation for all his "teachings".
I don't get paid enough to deal with this nonsense.
(I could blog shop all day.)