Very Bad Day

[morethanpretty]

My step-grandfather passed away this morning at 4AM. He'd been ill and in hospice care, but I hadn't seen him before the decline that put him in hospice. My nanny and he are down in south Texas, and with school and work I can't make it down there. I found out about his passing right before going into work, so immediately went and told my manager and called in an employee to replace me. The replacement wouldn't be able to make it for two hours or so, so I was nice and stayed to help out. We get busy, I need extra help. So I go ask the only person that isn't dealing with customers to help. That's the dishwasher, V, we get along OK but it doesn't seem to matter how nice I try to be to him, he thinks I'm bossy and bitchy. He doesn't come help after the first time I ask him, and I'm not even sure he heard me the first time, so I go ask a second time a bit louder, and with a bit more desperation (we're really swamped). He comes up front starts helping, then stops to start griping me out about how I asked him for help, that I was rude blah blah blah. I know I had said please. I'm stuck where I'm at tryin to expo and keep track of all my tickets (and a few orders that had been messed up). I'm just tryin to tell him I hadn't yelled at him blah blah blah...I feel jumpy, cornered, and damn defensive by this point. The manager walks up to me, "What's wrong." I don't know why I did but I jumped and told him "He needs to leave me alone, I'll quit." The "quit" part might've been a yell...
I immediately realized I'd freaked, brought my tone down and mngr and I went to the office. I try to explain to mngr about the prob and previous probs (and this isn't my first complaint either), he tells me to go ahead and go and do what I need to do today. So I leave.
About 3, mom and I are on our way home from the funeral home and making arrangements, same mngr calls me. "Well I talked to the GM and we're going to go ahead and terminate you."
Motherfuckingcuntkickingbootlickingasswipes.