It is likely that many of us would rather not be judged on the folly of youth. I have done seriously inappropriate things and believe I have learned from past mistakes.

Same here. Ultimately, I sit with the "there's a difference between 'stupid think I did when I was 18' and 'here's how I gamed the system for fun and profit'" crowd. But my college indiscretions, pretty much by definition, all happened more than 20 years ago.

Cindy, much ~ma to your family.

I am having a very bad no-good day. The only thing that is keeping me from going home and crawling into bed is that I will be meeting up with Buffistas after work. Also, since I lost my train pass, I would have to buy a ticket.

Ugh, I hope the day takes a turn for the better.

Cindy, my thoughts are with your family.

JavaChick - i meant to write back - there will be foamy sprog clothes from here to the next century I bet - buffistae are not only fashionable, we buy stuff that lasts. I haz this trait from my cousin.

Sorry about your loss Cindy.

I don't know Omnis, if you feel you can openly and comfortably talk about your opinions and beliefs with her maybe it can be okay. If you find yourself biting your tongue and/or being uncomfortable, then it's no good.

{{{Cindy}}}

Same here. Ultimately, I sit with the "there's a difference between 'stupid think I did when I was 18' and 'here's how I gamed the system for fun and profit'" crowd. But my college indiscretions, pretty much by definition, all happened more than 20 years ago.

Eh. Even that, I find myself sitting with Steph. Sure, I did things I would never do today, but it doesn't mean I don't sometimes still get a laugh out of them recounting the tales.

Sure, I did things I would never do today, but it doesn't mean I don't sometimes still get a laugh out of them recounting the tales.

Like that time I slept with the neocon.

I wonder if it should worry me that my bank sent me *someone else's statements*. Particularly if it means that person has mine.

Keeping me on hold to their customer service department for half an hour isn't doing them any favours, either.

I hate finances so sodding much. I have to keep financial records and send in returns for the money I get to pay my personal care assistants. While that's a perfectly reasonable thing to ask a person to do, it makes me entirely crazy. I ended up on the verge of screaming at today's assistant, who was trying to help me with the returns (not in a way that helped with the anxiety). I managed to get her to leave before I actually started screaming, which is good 'cause I don't want to be that employer.

Barb gets name-checked in this Wired article.