Well, it's been quite a while since I last blogged. Sorry guys. I've had a very interesting week. To start off, my wonderful grandmother, Janice, passed away on Saturday. She died of cancer. I'm not sure what kind, and I'm not sure I want to know. I got the call last Wednesday, I think, that told me she was in the hospital. She was bleeding in her head and her leg wouldn't allow her to walk. Because of the blood in her brain, she was very in and out. One second she'd be fine, the next she wouldn't be making sense. But, they did say that we were lucky to even be able to talk to her. We went to visit her on Thursday, I believe, the days are kind of fusing together. :-P I was able to tell her that I quit smoking and she said "I knew it wouldn't last." That made me smile. After that the doctor said that she had a couple days to a couple weeks. We got her out of ICU and into a care facility in Murray. We were hoping she would last until later this week so that we could take her to my aunt and uncle's new house, but she didn't. She died early afternoon of Saturday while I was at work. The funeral is on Wednesday. I'm playing her favorite piano song. :-) She always said she wanted that song, Waterfall by Jon Schmidt, played at her funeral. So, I am. It's been hard. It's difficult to believe I won't see her at family parties, or holidays. She was the nicest lady. The most loving person I've ever met. I'm helping carry the casket.
Also, apparently, I'm not a good worker. You know, I'll admit, I could be better. And I've been trying. I really have. I've been getting better. But my manager doesn't see that. He's blinded by the smoke and the earring. Utah sucks. So Saturday was his last straw. When I found out my grandmother was gone, I was crying on and off all afternoon. It got to the point where I sat in the bathroom for a few minutes to gather myself. Well, he didn't give a flying fuck about my grandma. He pulled me aside and asked me what was wrong. I told him. He said, "I'm sorry about your grandma. This is probably bad timing, but I'm gonna have to let you go. Bring your clothes back and get your last paycheck next week." And he walked off. So, today, I went to return some of my clothes, and guess what he says. "How did you find out about your grandma? Our phones were turned off." I told him my dad called me on my cell. "Well, you shouldn't have been on your phone." I was in shock. this guy had no emotions. I just lost my grandma and he's lecturing me about my phone? He didn't even care. I blew up. I didn't care anymore. "Why does it even matter?" I said, "You already fired me! My grandma just died. Do you not have any feelings at all?" He replied with, "I'll need your last shirt before I can give you your last check." What a total heartless asshole. I was so shocked by how he reacted.
On top of everything, my girlfriend's missionary is coming home in august. I don't know what's going to happen. I can't lose her, but how can I compete with that? i just don't know what to do.
Anyways, sorry to bother you with all my problems. My next blog will be happier. I promise. :->
