I Quit

I finally decided that I truly had it at work, and I quit my job after I couldn't get my scooter out of its storage space in the morning because I was boxed in, and I found my supervisor being sarcastic to me about my being 10 minutes late getting to my desk. I don't need that kind of difficult time. So, I quit, without another job. I am totally out on a limb at moment. I am working on finding another job, and I have one prospect at Voc Rehab. My Voc Rehab Counselor is retiring and has put in a word for me with the supervisor. (I went to see him in May when I was out on leave, to tell him I needed a new job, and the predicament I was in with my spervisor). I am hoping that that comes through for me, I think it is my best shot, to have someone introduce me, and to also work for an agency that works with people with disabilities. Well, actually I work at one of those kind of places now, and it does not help me any with my supervisor!
Actually, there is a part of me that would love to win the lottery and stop working all together! Me and everyone else, right?

I started this blog because I thought I had something to say about living a life with a disability. It seems that in fact my life is boring. I don't have as much to say as I thought. Now a newspaper reporter in my area wants to know who in the area blogs. I don't know if I should come forward, but probably I will. I am self absorbed really. I want people to know what I think, but at the same time, I don't know if I want someone I know to read this. Being anonymous is kind of fun. It allows me to say what I really think.
I have gotten information from the Disability Law Center in the state I work in, regarding having been on medical leave. I cannot be treated in a retaliatory way because I was on leave. So, I was right to tell my supervisor that telling me that I cannot go to medical appointments during the day, was illegal like I said. Things continue to be difficult there at work for me. She will not give me a break. I went out today and bought an "interview suit". I am trying to be positive, thinking I will go on job interviews soon. I am trying to keep my head up above water. In truth, I really started to feel depressed this week about my situation at work. I am trying to not let that blackness get me, but god this week was hard. I just pray that a job will come my way soon. Going to my current job is torture. Sundays are the hardest because I know the next 5 days are coming.