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I'd, personally, say goodbye if you haven't already. But that's me and how I deal with things emotionally. It sounds like you work differently. As long as you and your grandmother are at peace with your parting, then that's all that matters. But above all, do not miss this opportunity because you weren't honest with yourself.

Well, as I said, I managed to say what I wanted to get out.

My granny passed on 5:30 this morning. One of the last things I heard her say was that she was happy that everyone had come to see her. I can't say I'm sad, but I'm not very happy. I lost a huge part of my life--the only family I know really well (my mother distanced us from everyone else in her family) outside my immediate family is gone. I'm relieved, though, because she can finally rest and not worry about us anymore. I don't really know if the afterlife is the fluffy clouds of heaven, but that was her afterlife. At least she can be comfortable and just watch us, now. She always loved soap operas.

^ You've done well, Drath.

Also, my parents are a bit pissed at my brother, because he apparently was talking shit about me leaving early. I had worn myself out trying to pull myself together for my granny. Apparently, out of all the kids, I was the only one who didn't take my phone out for anything. My younger brother was texting friends, while holding his dying grandmother's hand.

...that's just not right. He even left an hour after he went back to go party. Not only that, but he harasses me about my virginity on the way home from the nursing home. He fails to understand that there are people who still believe in intmate sex. It's basically assisted masturbation, for him. He was all, "If you say you're waiting for marriage, that would be the gayest thing you've ever said." I wanted to punch him in the face so much in just 5 minutes.

Granted, I do think abstinence is kind of stupid, I do think one should be smart about it. I liken my brother's sexlife to MLB, when everyone was on steroids. Homeruns everywhere, and after awhile, people stopped caring. I'm trying to keep the value of the homerun. OTL I hate that analogy so much too, because of the people who use it.

The second I got to work at 430 I started making pizza doughs as fast as I could, and that didn't let up until 7. In the lulls between orders, I tried to make as many pizza doughs in advance as I could, but was falling behind. Nobody could help me because we were understaffed. I am pretty sure I'm running a fever, because I was sweating like a pig and then suddenly cold, back and forth all night. Also I was trying not to hurl on your pizzas, you're welcome for that. Anyways, around 7 when it started slowing down a very angry black woman in a suit came in and yelled at two of my managers for half an hour, swearing, shouting, being a condescending prick, and I didn't want to interrupt to ask if I could go home after my minimum 3 hours were up. Luckily she left 5 minutes before my bus came so here I am.

I wish I could get that worked up over anything, much less a freaking pizza. Also, I would have lasted about 4 seconds before being fired if I had to deal with that, it was a good reminder that I should never, never work directly with customers.

If it takes more than five minutes to handle a single customer complaint, your managers are doing something really wrong.

Dealing with customers is easy. It's not about proving who is right or wrong. It's just getting them to get the fuck out of the store before they create a scene and call that 1-800 number. Handing over a free item to appease them is better than standing there arguing that they were never suppose to get the item in the first place.

Listen to them, be polite, and come up with a resolution. This is a process that should take 3 minutes. TOPS.

A customer complaint that lasted a HALF HOUR? That's downright disgusting and your managers should be ashamed of themselves.

This woman was off her rocker, she turned down free anything and wanted to lecture them or something.

Some people just want an excuse to yell. They have a speech to give and no audience.

My boss is actually good with people, a little pushy when he wants you to work, but customers? He's quite good. This lady was just plain old bananas. Her husband looked like he wanted to die.

Oh boy. I've thankfully not had to deal with angry customers before. Thankfully, I've had Support to shield me from the customer for the most part.

^ When two of those people meet, they can fight for a year without relaxing.

And now final grades came out... =_= 2.2 GPA this semester, because finals kicked my ass. I failed my Asian History class too, so now I won't be a junior next year without taking a summer course. That no problem, but now I am so pissed at myself.

I had gotten off to a bad start last semester, because my parents and I fought the whole ride to school. Then there was me getting distracted by things--I can control that at least. This isn't so much a wake-up call as it is making me feel more like I can't do this. I feel like I really should have dropped that Asian History class, but then my parents would get pissed. My parents are all about white-knuckling it, even if you fail. Withdrawing would have been worse than failing, I feel, to them... Exact opposite to what it'd look like on my transcript.

It's your life, not theirs.

Apparently I'm too stupid to survive on my own, so as long as I'm under their roof, I still need parenting.

EDIT: Working on getting the credits made up over the 3 weeks after new years. I'm going to have to either repeat Asian History or take another course. I know I won't do as well with that teacher, mostly because of the way his class is handled. A lot of the students had trouble, and for me, I just had no idea what was important to take notes on. Almost everything was emphasized. However, I digress.

I'm going to work around this, but I wish my mom would stop being so stern with me now. I screwed up and I'm fixing it myself. I'm just telling her what my plans are and instead I keep getting reminded, "We're only paying for four years." Why does she think I get so worked up about grades?