And here I stand, in the strangest land, not knowing what to say or do

Well, yesterday was nice. I cleaned the kitchen. It needed it.
Last evening I went to FHE. FHE is normally a Monday night occurance. It means "family home evening" but since we college students don't really have families, we just do it with a bunch of people from the ward. I haven't gone before in this ward because of work, but I finally got to go last night. We had a game night, and it was a lot of fun. In fact, it was so much fun, that we couldn't stop! We played these really funny games where you're not allowed to show your teeth, even though you make obnoxious noises and almost die of laughing. We played Mario Kart on an Nintendo 64. It'd been yeeeeeeaaaaars since I'd done that. I sucked! But I had fun being awful. And then someone had the bright idea to go to a random apartment in the complex and ask if they wanted to play games with us in their apartment. We met some really nice people! They didn't mind the obnoxious game mentioned above. And then we played Mafia. I'm usually against this game, because people pretty much always kill me on the first round, so I'm stuck there watching for an eternity as people argue about who's guilty. But this time, I managed to stay alive for a whole round! Woohoo! More game nights to come.
I woke up this morning and checked my email. I got this really lovely one from work saying they'll have to terminate me, maybe next week, if I don't enroll in classes for summer or fall. What the crap. I didn't do anything wrong. Why can't they wait until spring semester is done in three weeks? I kinda realllllllllllllly need the money to buy a plane ticket to my beloved Germany. Poop. At least the rent has been paid. And I was just starting to get shifts, since all the camp kids are coming! Meh! Fortunately I have four more shifts this week: one today, one tomorrow, and two on Friday. I just think it would be dishonest to sign up for a couple of classes in the fall, with every intention of withdrawing from them before they even start, to keep my job for now. I hate money. A lot. Probably because I don't have a whole lot. I guess I'll just donate plasma for a living. I don't know why they say "donate," because they pay you for your plasma. Just a thought.
I don't know what to do with the rest of today. Or about my job. Or the rest of the week. My life's a little bit of a mess.