I was joking about the person I used as an example, but not the method to try and find compassion for him. You ask yourself, what if a person I love unconditionally were to behave like [insert difficult person here]?

There are 2 other types that a bit more Buddhist in flavor, but very powerful, IMO.

Sarcastic response: I’m sure he’ll run right out and tailor his life, lifestyle, and every piece of technology he uses to suit your exacting requirements for a thrilling read.

LOLZ. You get better applicants when pay is LOWER because then the only people who want to do it are those who feel they have a calling to public service and protection, not those who are in it for the sweet salary, benefits, and pension.

For those wondering about the numerous evaluations:

I have all the non-money things a person could want: flexibility, working from home, supportive but not hovering boss, no requirement to fastidiously account for my day’s accomplishments, minimal reporting back to my boss about, well, anything really. One very brief monthly report detailing how many of each kind of…

Your username made me gasp in delight.

...you do realize it’s possible for me to remove the $$ from the Digit account, once it’s been saved, and invest it, right? That the point of Digit figuring out amounts I can afford to save, taking the guesswork away, is the main attraction?

Buffy Sainte-Marie always gets a star from me!

It makes me insane with rage that we’re competent/old/whatever enough to decide we DO want kids— which, arguably, is more fraught with risk because you’d be bringing people into the world and possible fucking them up— but we’re not whatever enough to decide we DON’T want kids. No logic there. Zero.

I leave out the the baking soda when making the batter the night before, and just add it the next morning before cooking them.

Er. You don’t mix it too much because you don’t want to toughen it up by working the gluten. Has nothing to do with ‘body’.

Your snottiness is pretty impressive. Consider me impressed. Please know that I’m gazing in appreciative wonder at my monitor right now, which I know was the reaction you were aiming for.

No, over a wolf spider (which are fucking large) right in front of one’s face as one wakes up.

OH FUCK NO. I’m not sure what my reaction would be to that, but it’s 100% certain it would be one of the following:

I haven’t dug into her life at all. Never read her books, have no idea who she is apart from some schmuck ferreting out her real identity when she wanted it kept secret. I was just commenting on your “this poor (POOR!) woman”.

So if a person enjoys some measure of success, that means the entirety of their lives are open for everyone to peruse out of vulgar curiosity? How do you justify that? Why are only less-successful people deserving of privacy?

Don’t care.

EXACTLY. It makes me crazy.