When you start in with your kind of monolog you just turned off your audience and you have taught nothing except that you think you are smart, they are dumb and there is no hope in trying to understand things. Just leave it to the “smart people”. I pity your students.
Nope. It was inevitable. Profit is a percentage. If you make three percent profit on something at one dollar your profit is three cents. If you make three percent profit at one hundred dollars your profit is three dollars. A “record profit” but your percentage remains the same. Three percent by the way is the minimum average return needed to keep a company in business.
Having your parents, or worse sometimes, his parents, stay with you can be stressful. They are extra work and part of you can resent that no matter how you love them. But if they offer to help then you feel like they are saying that you are not doing a good enough job. What can I say. Sometimes we are a bubbling pot of neurosis.
My brother does this with my kids. Of course I did it with his. So, fair enough.
Your parents (and sibs) know exactly what buttons to push to get you aggravated. It is their gift.
Not in my case. The day is not complete unless I have done something totally boneheaded. You fix it and move on. And then about three years down the line you will be lying in bed trying to get to sleep and that moment will revisit you. But that is probably just me. I am sure the rest of the adults and parents never go through this.
Because he thought it was funny?
Cop Ox? Is that a take off on the worse TV show I ever watched “Cop Rock”?