Saturday, 8 March 2025

All change for 2025!

  For the last few years I have not been completely happy with my current working life in the independent funeral sector. I had gone as far as I could go within the company I was in. I needed to look for a new path or change my career completely. After some serious thought, I came to the conclusion that a career change just wasn't an option. I love the funeral profession too much to turn my back on it. So I started  looking for a new role with a new company. Nothing was forthcoming so I had given up until one day a chance look on a job vacancy website threw up the opportunity I had been looking for. 

 As some of you will know I have had a few health issues in the last few years. Due to those issues and having to have a pacemaker fitted it rendered me unable to participate in the more physical aspects of the job. One of those aspects was the act of being on call. Most funeral homes require their employees particularly Operatives and Funeral Directors to be on call as par of their job role. As this was not applicable to me anymore I thought that my chances of obtaining any such role in a new funeral home would be none existent. 

 When I came across the vacancy in question I thought I had hit the jackpot! A funeral director's role with no on call duties, with a higher salary and the same weekly working hours. It was a no brainer. The only down side was that it was monthly paid and the journey to the funeral home would take me 40 minutes as apposed to just 20. But you can't have it all as the saying goes and sacrifices have to be made. So I applied. It was for a much larger company so I knew the recruitment process would be a lot less straight forward to what I had been used to. I applied, thinking nothing too much of it as most initial applications get binned off at the first stages. I had nothing to loose in applying. 

About a week later I got a phone call inviting me to an interview. I went along and did what I had to do. Again I left not thinking I had made it through to the next staged. But to my surprise I got another call a few days later asking me to go back for a second interview. Again I went along and answered the questions and did what I had to do. This time however, I did leave quietly confident that I had gotten the job. That was on the Friday. On the Monday I got another call this time offering me the Job! I couldn't believe it! I had done it. I handed in my notice to my then employer that day. They took it quite well. I worked my notice and started at the new company the following Monday. 

 I have made the right decision. Already I feel that I have my mojo and my purpose back. It is very rewarding to once again be serving families in such a unique way. 



















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