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2025-04-11 - 4:16 am Dear readers: I had the weirdest experience yesterday. After Karen dropped me off at my job, I knocked on the door to be allowed in only to find my boss letting me in with word she didn't want me to clock in, just sit in the break room and then when she was ready, I was to talk to her. When I did, I got word that I had to quit for medical reasons. Apparently HR got my doctor's note restricting what I can and can't do. Because of my limitations, I can't do my job until my right arm gets better. But instead of putting me on paid leave, they're firing me. But if I quit, I can still have my job when it gets better. They're not gonna hire someone else. They had me write a letter saying I'm quitting for medical reasons and dated it. Then I went home and called my job coach. I promised my landlady that I'd use my money from next week's paycheck to pay for the second half of the rent. Great. Now what? Don't get me wrong. I like the idea of not working. Of being lazy on the weekdays. But not when I have no money coming in! Karen was as puzzled as I was when I told her what happened. Not confident I'll find something to do in the meantime. It took VocRehab *years* to find me that Goodwill job. That shitty job at The Ark before this paid me pretty badly. Don't think Burckle Place will take me back. That last time was the second time I was there and it was made abundantly clear to me by Ms. Val that I wasn't allowed to return. And to be honest with you, the idea of living there again without a job to keep me busy during the day is torture. So what I'm gonna do is call Social Security and tell them they made me quit. It might be too late to get the full amount owed to me by the government, but hopefully it's enough. They'll probably make me get a paper saying that, but at least it's something. -psyche � � ![]() |