I hate when people judge me with out knowing me.
I went to Meals on Wheels the other day because the new boss needed help. So I went in at 9:30 am like always.
“Your late” She snapped.
“I always get here at 9:30” I replied. “We needed you at 8:30”
I apologized and she’s like “Just get to work”
Every time I left the room, the boss was like “That girl!”
She was being rude. When I asked a question she snapped back.
I decided to not go back. So my step Dad called her to say I wont be returning.
Shes like ” I didn’t know she had a “condition” Meaning she didn’t know I have schizophrenia.
I don’t want her to be nice BECASUE I have mental illness. I want her to be nice because I am nice back.