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So... Break has sucked as much as school did. I've worked at Target nearly every single day--anywhere from 8.5 to 14 hours at a time. It's overtime, but it sucks. I'm getting to know and like my coworkers, but the customers are getting worse every day. They are mean and they like to yell at me about stupid stuff I am not in control of (like that Target doesn't price match anything...Bitches, we're not Publix, and you don't need to yell at me over three freakin dollars you spent on your stupid Kenny G cd or whatever--I don't care!)
So I haven't been sleeping again (probably more like still) and I'm irritable and all that. Then yesterday, Erin called me at work to tell me my dad was having chest pains and they were taking him to the hospital. I froze. I cried. I couldn't work.
The thought that he could be seriously ill--or even die...I just couldn't handle it. Erin told me to wait a couple hours before we did anything, and to stay at work. That didn't go so well. My hands were shaking and I kept crying. Kim called William over and he brought me to his office and gave me his long-distance code and told me to find out exactly what was going on, and that I could leave if I needed to.
My mom yelled at me for being upset. Kerri's work wouldn't let her off, so my dad was going to the ER alone. I called Erin back and told her we were going down to west palm immediately, and she said okay.
We got Katie off work, packed an overnight bag and left. We were about half way there when my mom called and said it wasn't a heart attack, and he was going to be okay. The problem was in his lungs, sort of like severe bronchitis. I still wanted to go down there to check on him, and he told me I could if I wanted to, even though he's still planning on coming up for Christmas. So we were going to.
Then Kerri and my mom called and made me feel like I was being stupid and would be bothering him if we went to see him and I got upset and turned off my phone. So they called Erin and guilt-tripped me through her, and we just went home. I was really upset, because after all the worrying, I just needed to *know* he was okay.
Anyway, now I'm home and he's home and he's called me like six times already today (cuz he knows I'm still worried) and I have to clean and work and all that, so I'm gonna go.
I still don't know if I should take next semester off... It feels like a much bigger decision than it should be... :(
So I haven't been sleeping again (probably more like still) and I'm irritable and all that. Then yesterday, Erin called me at work to tell me my dad was having chest pains and they were taking him to the hospital. I froze. I cried. I couldn't work.
The thought that he could be seriously ill--or even die...I just couldn't handle it. Erin told me to wait a couple hours before we did anything, and to stay at work. That didn't go so well. My hands were shaking and I kept crying. Kim called William over and he brought me to his office and gave me his long-distance code and told me to find out exactly what was going on, and that I could leave if I needed to.
My mom yelled at me for being upset. Kerri's work wouldn't let her off, so my dad was going to the ER alone. I called Erin back and told her we were going down to west palm immediately, and she said okay.
We got Katie off work, packed an overnight bag and left. We were about half way there when my mom called and said it wasn't a heart attack, and he was going to be okay. The problem was in his lungs, sort of like severe bronchitis. I still wanted to go down there to check on him, and he told me I could if I wanted to, even though he's still planning on coming up for Christmas. So we were going to.
Then Kerri and my mom called and made me feel like I was being stupid and would be bothering him if we went to see him and I got upset and turned off my phone. So they called Erin and guilt-tripped me through her, and we just went home. I was really upset, because after all the worrying, I just needed to *know* he was okay.
Anyway, now I'm home and he's home and he's called me like six times already today (cuz he knows I'm still worried) and I have to clean and work and all that, so I'm gonna go.
I still don't know if I should take next semester off... It feels like a much bigger decision than it should be... :(