SuperWhoLock: What the Hell?

I am a fan of Sherlock Holmes. I've read all the books by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, I own them as well, I was a big fan of House, I love the Robert Downey Jr. movies, Disney's The Great Mouse Detective, and of course, THIS:

As a fan of the BBC Sherlock, I follow several blogs on Tumblr that specialize in Sherlock-related posts. The only odd thing is that at least 50% of them also frequently post Dr.Who and Supernatural (the show, not the basic phenomenon) stuff. And what's more, they frequently cross the three over into one ubermench show.

Don't get me wrong, I don't hate either of these shows. I've just never seen them. I just don't get why people want to combine the three. Dr. Who and Sherlock, okay, both British, both Stephen Moffat. But how the hell does Supernatural fit in there?

This is akin to making Superman fight Wolverine and Paul Chadwick's Concrete. Two are superheros from two separate universes that have existed for decades and share a basic fandom. One is a LITERAL Dark Horse that was abducted by aliens, put into an artificial body, and lives in an otherwise normal world and just happens to be a graphic novel. In other words, zero connection outside medium.

Though he does seem a bit like The Thing, I'll give you that.

So, why put these three radically different shows together? Just because teen girls to twenty somethings enjoy all of them? That argument never made the Buffy, Sex in the City, and Sailor Moon crossover popular, did it?

Wait, gotta check Google.

Okay, nope. We're good.

So...it's just weird. And as someone who tries to shine a light into the deep recesses of nerd-dom and report back, I may have to start watching these shows and get an idea of why people think they'd mesh well.

Right after Series 4 comes out. Heh.

People are Dying to get out

I just found out that they went through 4 people in a year in my position at work.

Eep.

Now, it's not an easy job. There's a LOT to learn, especially about how to properly document things. Last night I was at work for an extra hour and a half (paid) putting in a late contract. I had no plans, so I was just very tired and hungry when I got home.

But I learned how to do it properly.

Today is my day off. Sucks because it's the only day this week Bahamute works for sure (he got called in last night, and was gone before I got home).

All in all, still really excited about the job. But tired. But hopeful.

Also, small side note, I LEARNED HOW TO USE A WORD PROCESSOR. It's awesome. I might get to type up death certificates!

In other news, going to go spend an hour on the phone so I can prove I'm me and get healthcare. Yaaaaay.

Achievement Unlocked: First Week at New Job Completed!

So, it's official: I work at several local funeral homes.

And it is kinda awesome.

For those of you who regularly read my blog, you'll know I was out of work for about two months prior to this, so even a part time job is a step up. Now, I find myself an office Manager for a small funeral home literally TWO MINUTES from my house (and a fill in for two others,slightly farther away).



As for the actual job, let me answer your big questions:

NO, I don't do anything with bodies. It takes years of training to do anything with them. The closest I've come to a body was going down to the supply room, which is next to where they store/work on bodies. Perhaps slightly creepy, but it doesn't bother me.

YES, part of my job is working funeral services, if they need me. This will involve showing people where to hang up coats, and answering simple questions. More like being a hostess than anything yes.

NO, it's not creepy. My office is upstairs, and used to be a house. It has PLUS PINK CARPET for Pete's sake!

Pictured: Office Cuteness Level

So, what do I actually do, you ask. Well, A LOT. I take payments, enter payments, enter bills, put in contract info/change contract info, take checks to the banks, do the mail, and about a hundred other things for which I'm training on the computer. So, general office manager stuff, with a VERY sharp learning curve. My supervisor says I'm doing really well, but at the end of some days I can't even think straight. I feel kinda dumb.

But not this dumb.

The people are all really nice, and very upbeat. No dour old undertakes in my offices. One of the Funeral Directors, let's call him Art, is about my age, and pretty much the least serious individual I've ever met. It took me aback, but they're all dead professional (ha ha, pun) with the families.

A few little oddities have abounded. I'm apparently the only one with an English degree (not surprising, it's not field related), but have not become known for using big words that have to be explained. Words like 'Preemptive' and 'Jubilant'.  I'm also the comma and apostrophe editor, and have been asked about minor wording issues on service materials, like obituaries and programs.

All in all, I like the job, but I wish I could go six months into the future and pluck all the knowledge and experience out of my head, and bring it back here. I understand how to do things: now just comes memorization.

On an unrelated topic, pretty sure the house ghost/presence is acting up again, as a music box that quite literally hasn't been touched in years went off while Bahamute and I played Minecraft last night (among other things). Cheers!

And sweet dreams.