In fact, one of the things I've disliked intensely is the unfounded accusation that most of us are as you describe. Of course I have to wonder why I bother with such talk, but it has affected me professionally by idiots and jealous, vindictive types at work. Thank God I retired early. At evaluation time at one of my last jobs, I got the shock of my life when the supervisor expressed delight with my work but grave concerns about my stability because, allegedly, I "lived way out in the woods in a little Kazenski shack." If I'd ever felt like taking someone out, it would've been her. After absorbing the initial shock, I gasped "Who in the world told you a whopper like that?" It turned out to be Karen, a woman who was a real live crackpot. So I tried not to show too much temper when I told my boss I wished she'd talked to me first if she was concerned about how and where I lived. I told her I had bought a custom built home on acreage and was raising Egyptian Arabian horses. Didn't matter. She shook her head and said no, I lived in a little shack in the middle of the woods. When I brought her pictures of my place next day, she demanded to know whose house that really was. Head full of rocks.
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