I told a lady at the desk downstairs I was gonna go to a White person who works here and say what are you doing to the Black people working here, they seem to be in a bad mood and the older African American ladies are here today and really hurt me with the noises and it's just that I'm sensitive to noises and they didn't break any rules or anything. She really wanted to know who it was, said to ask my nurse to see a supervisor and asked who my nurse was, and said it was my home and I should be happy here. She was shorter than me, bleached hair, light bright blue eyes, a little more obese than me, and probably German American. I fixed myself up for her but looked hurt. I felt closed up being from Orlando, though could communicate, still. I relayed I was just "different" but "special," an old German American sentiment at least popular around 2005, sometime.
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