Grandma's Funeral pt.1

It's going to be very difficult for me to attend my Grandmother's funeral.
1. I'm not getting the day off.
See, it would be easy enough to call in sick, but I work Graveyards.
My work days span two days in general. If her funeral is May 13, it means I have to take both the 12th and 13th off. Impossible, concidering I am one of five staff members on Graves.
2. Even if I could book it off, my family will be there. Yep. All of them.
They're making this entire self righteous row out of the whole absence situation.
People, I have tried everything I can. Booking it off? No dice.
Getting someone to cover two grave shifts? HA!
My sister especially believes I've set the entire situation up to avoid seeing my folks.
Yeah...Cause people dont have jobs to go to or anything, Sister dear..
I was given 3 days berievement leave, which I took when we were supposed to bury her!
Now there's an entire line of "Well, if you really loved Grandma, you'd make it".
Uh, bitch please!
I loved my Grandmother like the Amish love dinner rolls. You dont have to be an idiot to sense that.

The trouble is, my Siblings (though both in their twenties) still live at home.
They dont see how important my job is because they're in a position where they're already taken care of. Employment to them isnt a big deal. Rent and bills? Nah. Fuck that!
Food? Dad'll take care of that!
Though they're both employed, both of them work less than 20 hrs per week, at entry level positions.
Hard work and self sufficency just dont come to mind with these guys.
Myself?
I'm in another province, working full time, shelling out approx. $750 a month for rent and food. [Also trying to save up for school.]

Yes, the funeral is one day.
I dont want to work ten hours, only to fall asleep at the funeral the next day, and to return to Vancouver where I have to work another ten hours with no sleep from the previous day.
I'm angry because everyone decided to have it on the Sunday without my imput. I mean, yes, it doesnt revolve around me...20 to 1 is a steep ratio. But I've been on the same schedule for a year now. They should at least avoid a shit fit when they know I work Weekends. In Vancouver. Away from Surrey.

It all boils down to this: My family has this core belief that you absolutely must drop everything in your life and run to them when something happens. If one of my parents are dying, hellz yeah!
But anything else? Sorry. Take a number.
I'm the only one of Gord's children who left the house. I got shit to do.