Given enough time, I am sure that I could come up with a topic less interesting than Susans' new haircut and sneakers, and probably an entire list of people more unpleasant to be around. But as I was standing over a perfectly beautiful and rapidly decaying 30 year old, I wasn't inspired to think of anything worse than being graced with her company. I simply kept my head down to avoid telling her what an absolute idiot I think she is and continued on my work, trying to ignore her. Ordinarily, embalming a handsome young man would have comforted me, hell, lifted my spirits, made me feel at home. But for some reason the shadow of the constantly talking twit standing beside me took away the glow. It's terribly frustrating to think about having to work with her again tomorrow instead of watching her thrash about, wrapped in duct tape.
My almighty superior thought it would be a good idea for me to help her get a feel of the place. I don't really understand why. There are several things I am good at, and some of them can actually be legally performed in public. I am not shy about admitting my modest talents. For example, I am better than average at preparing a body for a funeral, and I also have an uncanny flair for getting the people I need to like me. However, to be fair to myself, I am ever-ready to confess my short-comings, too. For example, teaching someone the ropes or breathing underwater. I don't really see a way to rectify either.
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