Last night I hauled out a folder FULL of those "You are best suited for..." tests.
You know, the personality tests you answer falsely because you don't want to seem like a total moron destined to forever be the greeter at Wal-Mart?
Well, I completed several of them for a class I took at the community college.
I am, according to Myers-Briggs, an INFP.
See...more confirmation of how un-MILF I am.
Sigh...
Anyhoo....
INFP is: Introversion, Intuition, Feeling, Perceiving.
That's me.
But only moderately so.
Seems I can't even commit to wholeheartedly being...um...me.
Myers-Briggs also gives me suggestions on jobs. It seems that, as an INFP, I'm 100% suited for Arts/Design/Entertainment/Sports/Media.
In other words:
Artist - um, nope. These people obviously have NOT seen me draw. Or paint. Or use clay. No, I should NOT be left alone with clay.
Coach - Unless it is coaching peeps on how to be the best couch sitting slacker ever, then probably not a great choice of careers for me. However, if a job opens up as I've described above, then let's talk....
Musician - Woo, almost hyperventilated from laughing so hard. I'm ok...no need to call 911 anymore.
Reporter - Oh, this could be fun! "The alleged robber...wait, really...let's call a spade a spade...the jerk-face isn't allegedly anything...he's a total douche and robbed the bank. Next up, weather with Crystal and her new boobs at 11:00" Well, it would be honest reporting!
Next up at 75% suited is Education, Library Service and Training. Well, I do LOVE libraries and books. The other two, not so much.
71% suited: Personal Care and Service - as in, Lodging Manager (does this have to do with incarcerated folk, like...prison guard? WTF does it mean?), personal trainer (hmm...perhaps I should give more consideration to helping people tap into their personal slothy-ness), hair dresser and child care provider. Yeah, um....no.
69% (giggle - oh, like you didn't think the same thing...really) suited: Health Care support. Let's just skip this, 'cause it involves touching people, or their junk or...shudder-gag-choke...bodily functions.
68% (The "what is the speed of sex?" joke just popped into my head. No, I'm not going to say it, because I'm not THAT juvenile. Ok...so I AM, but still...I'm not doing it) suited: Community and Social Services.
The list goes on until 20% suited and it wouldn't surprise anyone here to know that being a Pilot, Air Traffic Controller or Freight Handler is best left to everyone else on the planet but moi.
Back to the speed of sex...um...I mean 68%.
In my opinion, and since it is myself that I'm evaluating here, I feel that I AM...indeed & totally...suited for Community work or some sort of Social Services.
BUT...as is typical of me, there is often a "but"... not the typical sort of Social Worker sort of job.
I'd hate working in an office.
A social worker came to visit my family to discuss care options for my father-in-law during his recovery from a fractured hip. Very cool job.
I could totally see myself doing something like that.
Or, working with young people to connect them to opportunities, services, etc...to offer them new choices other than a life of bad decisions based on lack of hope.
I read an article about a woman who worked on several Native American reservations to help women - young and old - break the cycle of fetal alcohol syndrome, increase literacy and help them meet their nutritional needs. Very, very cool job.
But here's the thing (I'm "but"-ing again), I think I'm both too soft (meaning I'll cry a lot) and too critical (as in, "Put on your big-girl panties, cut the crap, get your ass together and stop feeling sorry for yourself!"). Sort of - because I'm really very compassionate and I know that sometimes the things that happen to us are out of our control and help is needed to dig oneself out.
It remains to be seen as to what I will do with my life.
I have not ruled out Gypsy. I've even started designing my own wagon...which I vow to own one day, even if it just sits in my back yard.
I believe I am best suited to the role of World Domination Specialist. I am great with people and would be a fabulous boss to my many minions. I'd benevolently rule the planet in my red shimmery tranny boots (I have big feet, tranny boots are a good choice - plus they are just awesome), silver beadazzled cape and a blindingly sparkly tiara.
I'd dress all my minions the same, just like Mr. Gru from the bestest movie ever, Despicable Me.
I'm going places.
Just watch me.
Do we have to just watch? Can we sign up now to be minions?
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Aliesha - you need not even apply, you is a shoe-in, baby!
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