Resignation - Day 4 of 21
Highlghts of the day (assuming you could call it that)
- Woke up to Mom and my Sis throwing down over my sister's spending habits and how she needs to start saving her money so she doesn't keep on living in debt to cars, cards, and all that jazz. It wouldn't be Christmas if Erin didn't scream "return all my presants, I don't want anything from you". If only my parents would call her bluff just one year Erin would learn to count her blessings and shut the hell up.
- Mom informed me that quitting my job without having another job was "foolish" and I shouldn't be spending money on Christmas since I'm unemployed. I kept my replies positive and confident, telling myself that yelling is just Mommy's way of saying she loves me really loud.
- Work was hella-busy. I felt like I worked three shifts at once. Just when I had that guilty, hesitant thought of "this job ain't so bad" I was informed that tomorrow I get to stay open until midnight because some suit perched at the top of the corprate ladder doesn't believe anyone working in the stores actually celebrates Christmas. Bah humbug, I should have quit sooner.
- Braved the malls for holiday shopping. Didn't get as much as I wanted done but some progress was made.
- Got home to find out that my Grandmother Joyace (paternal) in Texas never woke up this morning. She had to be rushed to the hospital and, from the sound of it, is possibly brain-dead and requiring life-support. My dad is flying out there tomorrow and staying for a few days. The overall opinion is that they're just gathering the immediate family to pronounce her dead. Strangely she's supposed to be buried in the Chicago area (?) though they've been living in Texas all my life. So while I will get to attend the funeral we have no idea how expensive it's going to be to transport her body all the way up here. Also my mom got to pick up the ash remains of our family dog that died last month at the age of one and a half.
So much for those tidings of comfort and joy I've been hearing so much about.
Also, please, sympathetic well-wishers. I am not close to my paternal grandparents. I've seen them a total of five times in my life (as I can remember) and the only time we are in contact it's usually for them to guilt me into not taking a more invested interest in strangers related to me by blood or say something prejudicial. I am sad for my dad though. I might not have cared much for them as grandparents but this is still my dad's mom and I don't like to see my daddy upset.
Needless to say my employment isn't of much concern in the family at the moment. Still, why did Christmas have to get ruined anyway?