I don't know much about funeral protocol. It was so weird going to 's. I did, however, get to meet a bunch of people as a result. Dan's dad is amazingly cool.
I didn't think I would get up and say anything, but Becky went up there, and she (perhaps knowingly, perhaps unknowingly) ended with a story that gave me an opening to continue partially. I went up there. I only remember bits and pieces of what I said up there, but evidently, it was incredibly well recieved. I talked to almost every member of the americorps crew afterwards, and they all told me how great it was, and the leader guy gave me an americorps shirt. I thought that was incredibly awesome of them. I guess I'm a better public speaker than I thought.
Anyway, I don't know where to begin, and today was such a rush. I took a picture or two with my cameraphone but I don't want to post them at the moment, partially due to what I percieve to be the emotional impact of the photos, partially due to not having the time or energy to do it.
I do have to say, that it was probably the most fitting funeral I've ever attended. Dan couldn't have designed it better if he planned it himself, methinks.
On a semi-ironic note, Dan wanted to be an EMT. I think I actually missed my midterm practical for first responder training today. There's irony in there, I'm just too tired to articulate it.
Oh, and my work totally rocks. I have said it before, but I'm saying it again. (I only wish Dan were around to talk to about it, because I know he'd get a kick out of what I'm doing.)
The new job has been totally awesome. New job + 7 accelerated credit hours has been totally kicking my ass though. Thank God the semester ends in a month or so. Then I'm just down to my lame movie watching class.
Today, as I was walking around $customer_redacted, a K-3ish school, I remembered when I was in school, and there were technicians with toolbags walking around doing things, going neat places in the school I was not allowed into, doing seemingly neat stuff. I always wanted to do that sort of thing. I always thought the phone guy (and later, the computer guy) were awesome. Now I realized I -AM- that guy. And I saw a few kids look at my gear with curiosity. If schools didn't get all freaky when you talk to the students if you aren't an employee or parent, I would loved to have shown the curious ones my tools and explain what they're for, but alas, these days they're totally afraid you're a bad person or whatever.
I just hope the kids who asked me who I was, and I replied "I'm the phone guy" (technically, I was there to dink with the internet T1 at the time, but the tools were mostly my phone tools, and people think if I say I'm there to monkey with the internet that I can help them fix their computer – if you say you're there to monkey with the phones, they don't ask that.), anyway, I hope that of the kids who asked me that, one of them said "damn, that's awesome. I want to do that when I grow up.".
Also: Mad props to the late for having parents that schedule your funeral for 6/6/6, because they knew you'd want it that way. I'm sure you're somewhere laughing your ass off about that. 🙂
You mean well, I'm sure, but you're fucking retarded.
I appreciate the idea of faxing me when you have a service issue affecting my employer's office internet connectivity. It takes balls to admit something's broken that the customer didn't notice, and I totally admire that.
I could have, however, lived a long and happy life without you trying to send these two faxes to my work cell phone at 4am.