knock me down with a feather

i am this close. i can't win. nothing is right. work was the one safe place. but apparently being out on disability or all the medical claims from cancer or something has them looking for reasons to nitpick me to death. i want to go live under a bridge where i don't have to answer to anyone. except it's cold. and i'd miss the cats. i cried at my boss today. i mean, i fucking passed the foreign service exam and left everyone else still writing in the room. i know what my iq is. so what is wrong? are they sifting through everything i am doing to find something to fail me on? what? well what they might not know is that i rarely quit work. they have to fire me. and they're going to have to pay me.