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We were paying for the wedding on our own, and when I looked into the places my mother considered “respectable”, I almost choked when I saw how expensive they were! My boyfriend and I looked at one place that wouldn’t break the bank too badly, and it seemed nice enough and wasn’t far from our house, so we booked it. One item down at least! She brought up that I had mentioned the scale concerning her pain in life as if I had made a terrible sin and she mocked it. She never finished a thought so I was not sure what her issue was about the scale or anything else. Mostly she called me names. Ironically legislation passed and signed off under the Clinton administration (Yes!) is responsible not only for the crisis but also for future bail-outs (that will be coming) to be financed by the taxpayer (which is a Republican add-on). A friend of mine and I were going to fight a traffic ticket. She came in a suit and a nice blouse. I explained that we were going to deal with a magisterial district justice, and his office was, probably, in a shopping center. She dressed down. The hallway was fine for two people to pass and even when there was a gurney but caskets/coffins were wider and it was a tight squeeze to get past when somebody was going the other way. Most of the time we’d just wait while the casket was wheeled past and then go our own way. At the most recent hotel, he worked at, the general manager and the head chef got tired of putting up with the work and scheduling disruptions his condition was causing and were unable to fire him because his condition falls under the Americans With Disabilities Act of 1990, so they started to “mess” with him in the hopes that he would quit. They would do a thing like: We still wanted a small wedding, and we were firm about that. So when my coworkers, who I had only known for around 6 months, mentioned that they couldn’t wait to go to my wedding, I was shocked. I wasn’t sure how to tell them that they weren’t invited, so I just smiled and nodded as my stomach tied into knots. The best that I could get was that I had not properly acknowledged what she had gone through in lifelike losing her parents and her ability to overcome these things. I think she was furious because I didn’t acknowledge them to the degree that she wanted or expected There was a lunchroom for the workers in the basement of the home. It was a typical work lunchroom, with a few tables all pushed together in the middle surrounded by chairs, a refrigerator for people to keep their food in, and a vending machine or two.
The deceased always came in through a back door off the parking lot and from there the gurneys were rolled down a narrow hallway to an elevator that took them downstairs to the prep room. (The elevator was across the hall and down a few feet from the lunchroom). This was also the hallway where new caskets/coffins were delivered to be taken downstairs to be put in the display rooms. My friend is a graduate of a rather well-known culinary school in Philadelphia and has worked at high-end hotels and restaurants in the city and suburbs. Unfortunately, these are sometimes high-paced, high-pressure jobs, especially during events and dinner service. During these times, he would often experience anxiety attacks and would have thoughts about suicide and harming himself, at which time, he would get pulled off the line. Additionally, he needed to leave work early or come in late once a week, due to scheduled therapy sessions. It wasn’t just my mother and MIL’s questions driving me nuts, either. We wanted a small, backyard wedding. My mother thought that was tacky and insisted that we have our wedding at a respectable venue. We were paying for the wedding on our own, and when I looked into the places my mother considered “respectable”, I almost choked when I saw how expensive they were! My boyfriend and I looked at one place that wouldn’t break the bank too badly, and it seemed nice enough and wasn’t far from our house, so we booked it. One item down at least! She brought up that I had mentioned the scale concerning her pain in life as if I had made a terrible sin and she mocked it. She never finished a thought so I was not sure what her issue was about the scale or anything else. Mostly she called me names. Ironically legislation passed and signed off under the Clinton administration (Yes!) is responsible not only for the crisis but also for future bail-outs (that will be coming) to be financed by the taxpayer (which is a Republican add-on).
Nothing remarkable about it. The new employee didn’t seem to be aware of this though or she must have been in a great hurry to get to the other end of the hallway. She went in and tried to squeeze past a casket that was sitting there, waiting for its turn on the elevator. When that didn’t work, they had the sous chef offer him some frozen cheesecakes that were supposedly approaching their expiration date. With me being a security professional, I’ve always been taught to have something approved on paper when you’re taking company property off-site. Unfortunately, my friend failed to do that. Once he left for the day, the sous chef promptly called the head chef and reported that “Mike walked off with three cheesecakes” When questioned, three other kitchen staff corroborated her story. She came to me many times and asked me if I was going to finish up something that I was trying to save for later. Because I had too much food to eat at one time. It was normally crackers that I saved. I ate a hot meal there. Then my mother gave me her list of people she wanted to be invited: people I had never met and some I’d never heard of. Apparently she felt that someone she went to high school with a million years ago should be invited to my wedding because she wanted to show off “what a catch” I was marrying. I tried to explain to her that we wanted a small wedding, but she just poo-pooed me and told me not to ruin her big day. She seriously said that. I just smiled and nodded as my stomach knots tied a bit tighter. She obviously misunderstood the empathetic and inspiring words I had tried to convey to her. She continued to curse me some more. Called me a piece of s**t. Sometimes she would call me names as if she was talking to the air or too herself under her breath.
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