Dog years

 It's interesting how things hit sometimes.  

As a child and teen I was bullied frequently.  I was an easy target being "different".  I was fashion and style impaired.  I had a mood disorder.  I had Fetal Alcohol.  So I was bullied a lot at home and at school.  I had issues with predators.  

Interestingly enough, now, a lot of times I will see a predator sizing me up as a potential victim and then moving on.  

So I'm at work, doing my job.  Some mean girl types needed help.  I helped them.  They were very ugly to me, laughing in that awful way I remembered and talking trash about me in Spanish.  I guess they thought someone with a "Heather' name tag wouldn't understand them.  

My Spanish is interesting.  I have to think about what I say but my receptive Spanish is better.  A lot of times I understand the gist without the actual word by word and that's what happened tonight.  It was ugly.  It was hurtful.  I don't even know why.  I don't know them their opinion had no value.  I think it was the laughter.  I remembered that all too well.  

And the boss was there, but she avoided me after one incident I handled, involving a disgusting mess.  She "overheard" (I think it was arranged, the other employee asked about it while the boss hovered behind me) me discuss it, was revolted, did not object to how I handled it, and left.  I think she was afraid I'd complain.  

My mailman is very taciturn.  But I made him laugh one day when I said "Working with the public, on the weekend's, like Dog Years, huh?"  He laughed and laughed, slapped his knees, and choked out a "Yes!"  

Please God let me get some sleep with the cats tonight.