An interview and a visit to the funeral parlour

Thursday 5th August 2021 was🙃 a hectic day for me. I had an interview mid-morning. For a job, I was keen on getting. This interview was my umpteenth job interview (another blog downloading I guess). So you can imagine how I was feeling after the interview.

We move

After the interview, all I could think of was going for a long walk and picking up my favourite cup of Mocha coffee. A coffee and a walk always have a way of making me feel better. I had to calm down and prepare my mind for the rest of the day. I had a presentation to make to a team.

Lying in state

I was encouraged to go for a walk when I also remembered that a dear friend (Asuquo Eyamba Idem 18/12/66 - 05/06/21) who recently passed away was lying in state at the local funeral parlour. If I went for my walk, I would be able to make the two-hour slot given to say my last farewell.

So off I went for an afternoon walk, grabbed a coffee and popped in to say bye to my friend. To tell the truth, that was the first time I have been into a funeral parlor in the UK, and I hope that would be the last time.

I'm not sure what I expected. I didn't have to say anything when I arrived. I simply pressed the buzzer and I was let in, no question asked. I wonder if anyone, unrelated to the deceased, just pops into a funeral parlour to see a dead person.

I wasn't feeling anything while standing there. The only time I felt remotely scared of a dead person, was when I was a nurse. I would always feel that the person was not completely dead and they were about to stand up🤭. I used to wish that so badly, for the sake of their loved ones. The feeling of them waking up and tapping my on the shoulder or giving any sign of life used to freak me out.

Part three of four

Walk achieved, coffee bought and bye bye given, I made it home back in time for a quick bite. Then it was time for part three of my day which involved delivering a presentation/ workshop.

Home run

After work I had an errand to run. To make my life easier, I would usually put my trainers on, at some point before I was done with work. This process usually motivates me to follow through with my plans. I had an hour drive in a car, but this time I was going to be the passenger.

Dinner at last

I was starving when I left home. I was so engrossed in what I was doing at work that I didn't think of food. Just as I was about to leave, I realised that I needed to eat. Then there wasn't enough time to eat before I left. So I went out hungry. I was excited when we arrived at the destination to be informed that the person we were to meet was delayed by at least an hour.

There was only one thing on my mind at this point, and that was to find something to eat. Within 15 minutes, we where sat inside a lovely Mediterranean restaurant placing our order.

I eventually got home at 10 pm.