My Diamond of a dad took me to one of his favorite restaurants in Brooklyn maybe 15 years ago. After he paid, the server brought back his receipt. He picked it up and wrote a piece of advice I still return to.
“Never take shit for money.”
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Now here’s my add-on to that, in case you want it.
Stop asking people “What do you do?” when you want to know what they do for money. Add those two words at the end – “for money” – and watch them realize that they, themselves, are not defined by where they get it.
…as you were 
Thanks for your blog, nice to read. Do not stop.