I don't know if it's the writing, acting, etc. but they hit the ground running like fully fleshed out characters. I'd watch a weekly series where they are having to deal with the paranormal BS of the Meyer's house, while rehabbing it!
The guy sends me a message on facebook saying "I thought it was a private service, I guess I don't count being a 50 year friend of your dad."
Mind you - he didn't comment on any of the posts I've made about my dad's passing. At no point did he reach out to me or my dad's partner to offer condolences or asking about services.
Had he asked, he likely would've been told.
I loved my dad dearly, but he had a temper and in his honor I responded to the guy thusly. "Are you really hassling me 48 hours after I put my father in the ground? I wasn't in charge of letting folks know, and I didn't think to reach out, because I was mourning the loss of my father. If he were alive, he'd tell you what an ignorant prick you were being. No mention of 'sorry your dad died' no condolences? If my dad were alive, he'd tell you to go fuck yourself."
Because my dad was such a rage monster, I have a hard time expressing anger without feeling guilty about it. Even here I have a pang of guilt. At the same time, fuck this guy!
The company didn’t get its last round of funding and thus my position is eliminated and I’m laid off. I’ve got two kids starting college in the fall. I’m just so tired and frustrated. I’m going to hit LinkedIn and start the search - but I’m worried about how that’s going to go. And I’m just so fucking sad.