To work--for myself

So, here it is. I am going to work for myself. I simply cannot work for other people any more.
The last job I was hired by very good people, business people, but approachable, funny, balanced personalities able to work together without control issues getting in their way. The company fires them for doing something they were trained to do and replace them with Borderline Personality Disorder Control Freak Drama Queen Don't-want-to-hear-your-side-of-the-story-just-gonna-tell-you-what-was-said-you-must-have-done-it--you know the type--and her emasculated passive husband. That with the sociopathic woman Drama Queen made head housekeeper created a very hostile workplace for everyone and a negative atmosphere for the senior citizens who live there.
So, they are still there and I am out. But, I am no longer taking Cymbalta. Now, as I am facing mid-life and soreness is more of a factor in the physical jobs, I am going to step outside the bun and get a massage license. Shoulda done it years ago instead of business school. Still thinking in the wrong paradigm then. Gotta have a day job, something to "fall back on" if one is going to do theatre. Poop on that. While I've been "falling back" others I know were going forward into their dreams. My turn!

Unemployment

Ya know, this waiting for the state to get to my appeal for unemployment is getting old. My former workplace was not done messing with my life, apparently. They just say I resigned. It was more than that. If I thought I had a choice, I still would be working there, trying to find another job mind you, but I would not just walk out. I was granted the unemployment, then "re-evaluated" apparently. It is hard to look for work when one has to scramble for gas and such. I will make it. My doctor put her hand over mine when I lost that job and told me she was very glad I wasn't working there anymore.
You know a place wasn't good for you when your doctor is happy you are not there any more. I'm working to see if she'll write me a letter to the EDD for my appeal. Two of the people I cleaned for wrote letters in my favor. It would sure tork the manager and the head housekeeper's minds if they knew.