The title says it all. On Wednesday September 12, I sent a message to my boss almost two hours before my shift telling her that I wasn't feeling well and that I needed some rest. She told me on that Tuesday that I could use my vacation days to call in sick, since I have been calling in sick a lot and still have vacation days to use. I thought that I was safe not going in on Wednesday because of what I was told. Man, was I wrong. Apparently, they needed me to come in on Wednesday because they were short staffed. I was told that I had to talk to an actual person to call off and not to leave a message. Apparently, this is my third warning for not following appropriate procedures for call offs and I was terminated. The issue is that I don't know how to pace myself in the work place; I get too physically and emotionally invested in it to the point where I become exhausted. I have uncontrollable and embarrassing meltdowns at work and ultimately I tend to lose the job. It's not like I put a child in danger or anything and I still had 10 vacation days to use, so I thought that there was no justification for firing me. Even so, since the handbook clearly states the appropriate procedures for call off and not following these procedures would result in termination, I still got fired and I was balling my eyes out.
I had a very bad session with my psychiatrist on that following Tuesday (they got me in right away to see her). My psychiatrist just kept nodding her head and smiling to try to comfort me. She has done that before like she wanted to ask me serious questions but didn't know how to do so, because of the state that I was in. I of course ended up balling my eyes out and read her a negative email that my husband wrote to my mother, that offended me weeks before ( he also wrote a negative letter to my psychiatrist about me). I was feeling so down at the fact that even though I was the one who had lost the job, my husband was playing the victim. It upsets me that the only ones initially who were truely supportive throughout this ordeal were my psychiatrist and my mom. Things are better now with my husband after a long talk with him, but still I will never forget the negative words that he has written to my psychiatrist and my mom about me. I am really not a bad person. I just have serious issues, but who doesn't.
This has been the first job that I actually loved in a long time. I wasn't eligible for unemployment so I applied for disability and social security yesterday on the account of my mental illness and physical impairments. I even wrote a message to my psychiatrist helping me with it. So far, I haven't heard anything. I know that I can't get another job on a whim, because the same negative pattern will just keep happening. That's my history. I also stopped counseling a while back when I really needed to stick with it, but I just couldn't afford it anymore.
We shall see what happens....