Life After Unemployment?

So I am now unemployed. I had forgotten how much I dislike looking for a job and how hard it can be.  I think that is one of the reasons why I worked at my last job so long.  I didn't like it but it was comfortable.  The bad part is I let myself get too comfortable and didn't take care of myself.  So I made a bold is not very well planned out move and quit.  It was very unexpected even to me.  I didn't intend to quit. I went to work that morning thinking that things were ok.  I was trying to get back into the swing of things after having been out for a month and not having done any QA since January. 

I know I wasn't working at the normally expected lightning speed and efficiency that they like in my office but I thought I was doing OK.  I foolishly thought they would cut me some slack for a couple of weeks.  You know let me wipe the sleep out of my eyes and get refocused.  I had been there for a week and no one said anything about my performance.  Then on Monday I get called in an office with my manager, co-worker and HR person.  I then took a 30 minute tounge lashing about how I was not working up to their standards.  Questioned on every minute of the day for the past week.  They were asking me what I was doing on this day at this time.  I don't know about most people but that's not the kind of thing that I typically remember.  Hell I was home all day yesterday and I couldn't tell you what I did let alone what time I did it.  It was like a scene from Law and Order.  All that was missing was the bright light shinging down on me and someone offering me a soda.

Right in the middle of the interrogation I just started to feel trapped.  I just wanted to run.  To make it all stop.  I couldn't take it anymore.  I probably should have listened to my therapist and stayed on disability for another two weeks.  I am always so hard headed.  I did what I wanted to do and I went back.  Maybe one of these days I'll learn to listen to others.  So one minute I am being yelled at by my boss and the next I'm screaming I quit and storming out of the room.  Wait...that's not the right work.  More like running.  I just wanted to get away.  I made it back to my desk and started grabbing my things.  I I realized that I could not find my keys.  That's right about when the panic attack started.  I remember in the middle of it the HR person telling me to settle down and thinking "Now that's a really fucked up thing to say to me right now."

Luckily I've made some decent contacts over the years.  Networking really does pay off.  I have some interviews lined up. Hopefully I'll land something soon.  The last thing I want to do is get put out of my apartment and have to start over again.  I really don't miss living in the ghetto at all.