Like everyone else says, it's the perfect match for some women.

Gah. I tried replying to everything immediately, and it just wasn't possible. It became 70% of every workday. Plus, sometimes I'd reply to something the sender had already sent me a second note about with more or different information.

I don't, but it looks like some people who do aren't thrilled about it: here ya go. One thing I do know is that teaching is genuinely hard. I'd do everything I could to augment whatever training TFA might offer.

With pleasure! I can't recommend it highly enough. It gives lots of advice about playing to your own, introverted strengths instead of trying to fake extroversion.

I'm keeping an eye cocked for an answer here. I tend to drop out around then, too. The discouraging event is often low-grade injury.

There's a book exactly on job hunting for the introvert, written by an introvert who's worked in employment for years: The Successful Introvert.

Failing. Hard.

Ah! Tailoring is filed in my head under "alterations" and "bespoke." Can one tailor for (to?) a population?

Update (because dog people talk endlessly about their dogs): Dog One is back in action. Yay, pup!

Awww

So how about helping give them the means to leave that relationship? If that's your metaphor of choice, you're going to back yourself into a corner in no time.

Building codes - yes - and money to help enforce them. There'd be no one living in San Francisco anymore without them. Or rather, there would be, but they'd be blamed a lot more for living there.

Makes me think that the federal and other aid should be directed at relocation for those who want it. Moving is expensive.

Yeah, that's tough. I've lived in places where there's no word for "cemetery" other than "churchyard," which makes talking about burying Jewish folks tricky. The common phase for "please" was also the imperative "do it!"

And this is so closely related to the horrendous idea that disabled people are here to inspire or teach the able. So dehumanizing.

Or huge red eye. Whichever.

Luckily, the parents have NO idea, and it will stay that way.

... and don't date anyone who professes to be Sauron. Friend of mine made this mistake.

*SNORT*