It's like I should be better

A few days ago I went to renw my Visa at the border and the woman I dealt with was an absolute horror. I wasn't a bowl of cherries either, I'm sure. What stuck with me over the incident, what lives rent free in my mind is that she decided I was uneducated.

This coming from a woman wearing a polyester uniform.

Since this is a cell phone post, and not something done with a lengthy thing planned, let me just say that I am a semester away from a Bachelor's degree. I have four completed novels, one close to publishing, only waiting on me to calm my tits. I had, despite my tumultuous end, a fairly decent Military career. I run a small business, I'm in an anthology, and I've got several voice overs attributed to my name.

I'm not only educated, I am accomplished. I am Bipolar, I suffer from PTSD, I am coming to terms with my hysterectomy, though that's been pretty easy, and yet I keep plugging away at my life. This polyester clad beauracrat decided I wasn't good enough for Mexico. I went to another border point and dealt with my Visa issue, but that really freaking bothered me.

I wonder if it's my skin or my over all bummy appearance? I dress poor on purpose. If I dress like I have money then someone will rob me. How I look means, I get ignored, and that's what I want. This cow decided that my worn jeans, old sneakers and sweater covered in cat hair equals useless American.

That's fine, I guess. I should hand her the book I'm in and make her listen to the stories I voiced. Too bad it's all Lesbian smut. She probably would have a hissy fit.

Anyway at almost three am this really bothers me and I wanted to push this out into the ether. I don't expect anything to come of it, but I am frustrated.