I'm a thirty year old veteran of OIF 1 who was in the infantry and was severely wounded (TBI & lost a leg). I receive diasability from the VA & CRSC from the DOD. I'm finishing up my college with a B.S. in computer science and am at the top of my class. My hard work and perseverance has gotten me a co-op position at a national lab on the cyber security team where I work with a bunch of people who have never been in harms way. Here is where the problem begins... I work with people who have let their positions go to their heads and love to be condescending as a result. If I hear another one of them make snide remarks about me being jumpy, having a nice house & car, or being somewhat forgetful, I'm gonna flip! They tell me how they wish they had my life & act like its ridiculous that I get paid for my injuries. Today when one of them said something about how it must be nice to be me (a bunch of them were around my desk) I pulled up a picture of my leg right after it was shot and asked if they were jealous of that too, or if they were jealous of the fact that I've been blown up more times than I care to remember or if they are jealous of the fact that I have (had) very close friends who are no longer alive because of their 'glorious listyle' in the military. After I did this, they acted like I was the a**hole. Better yet, these idiots are socially inept and love to raise their hands at me and say "I ought to...". Last time one of them did this I asked him if he thought he was gonna scare me, all things considered and then went on to explain I would rip him limb from limb if he ever touched me... Needless to say, he said he should call HR on me for "being crazy" and have me fired. I told him that I dared him because HR would want nothing to do with his complain given the circumstances. Question is, have any of you had a similar problem, and if so, how did you deal with it? I'm one of the most laid-back jokes terms you could care to meet, but I'm at my wits end with their ignorance. I'm giving serious consideration to bringing in the obituaries of every one of my friends and hanging them in my area along with a framed picture of my severed leg and perhaps displaying my rack to see if that makes any of them think before they make remarks of how I have the life. Ok, rant off...