The good news: I have an amazing new job with amazing new coworkers and we're all a big happy family and I finally feel like I belong.
The bad news: It pays a lot less, and I'm not working full time hours until the new year when the second shop opens so I have to be super budget-y about things and try to scrape by.
The good news: My honey is bringing me dinner so I don't have to cook and we can just spend time together tonight.
The bad news: Between the stress I was under at my old job and my grandfather having a heart attack, and my depression attacking me at the same time as my boyfriend having a massive PTSD flare up that made me have to be extra strong for the two of us, I have unfortunately failed my classes this quarter.
The good news: I'm trying to not let it keep me down, and I'm going to keep going to school.
The bad news: I lost my financial aid because I failed said classes, so I have to some how, some way, find a means to budget that into my already stretched means.
The good news: I get to meet Nichelle Nichols on Thursday at an event titled "Star Trek, The Future, and You." and I'm really excited for it.
The bad news: I just got a phone call from my grandparents in Arkansas. The doctor found a lump in my grandma's breast, and he thinks it's cancerous. We're waiting for a referral to a specialist so she can get it biopsied.
The worst news: She said that if it is cancerous, she doesn't know if she's going to fight it or just let it take it's course and just live with the hand she's been dealt. She's my last living biological grandparent I have left, she raised me when I was young, and I'm very close to her. I was completely broken when her ex husband, my biological grandfather, passed away in 2011 and her current husband (who has been my grandpa as long as I've been alive) had his seventh heart attack back in August, which threw me into some hysterics... I don't know how I'd deal if she were to give up on life.
