Brace yourself, dear reader/s. I’m off on another journey.
The past few weeks have been pretty hectic at work. I found myself on a piece of life-road where hairpin turns, wet spots and speed bumps hindered my journey over a mountainous obstacle more generally known as workload. Yeah, I know I’m not exactly numero uno on this road and yes there are people who actually have to deal with more than I do. What’s really been on my mind is how I pushed myself over that great big heap of . . . rock. Does my personality fit (or not) with this thing that is my job?
Years ago, in my struggle to understand why I’m so different from the people around me, I took a few personality tests. Yes, you read it right. I did. Take more than one test. The result – I’m an Introvert. Oh, you know that already? I guess I’ve mentioned it before, huh? As a norm I don’t like labels and stereotyping, and yet I ended up doing that to myself. Before you ask, the answer is “no”. NO – I don’t act/react to outside stimuli a certain way just because I read somewhere that that’s how Introverts supposedly go about things. I’m 99.999% sure I’m labeled correctly. In fact, let’s have a look at a basic list of questions asked to determine personality type.
Yep, I’m Sarah on this list. A little more complex than that, obviously, but generally speaking I’m her. While searching the Internet for some information to share with you, I came across the article Temperament and Personality by Hal Warfield. I found it interesting and good food for thought. Yikes! Now I’m imagining taking short rest stops on my journeys to unwrap it and snack on it. A good thing?
Getting back to me and my job, specifically. For the most part I think it’s a good fit. There are times though when too much happens at once (or not at all) in the people-section of the job. That’s when another part of my personality comes out to play. Picture, if you will, a peace-loving creature smelling roses one minute, only to suddenly transform into an ogre the next. Ogre-me finds it extremely difficult to deal with people and be nice to them. Ogre-me is single-minded and dislikes (meek word, that!) distractions while concentrating on solving a problem. Ogre-me hates it that people can’t read minds, that they don’t see their ranking on the invisible to-do list that flashes a bright red. Ogre-me doesn’t like to talk. Ogre-me detests water, much less treading it with some anxiousness while searching desperately for a foothold. Ogre-me . . . well, the list can go on, and on.
You know what? Ogre-me also demands air from time to time when I’m not at work. Other things play a bigger role then like too little sleep, interrupted me-time, impatience with being misunderstood, . . . Gosh, is it really fair to expect other people to have me all figured out when I haven’t been able to do it myself yet? And is it possible for harmony to exists if I can spot, and stop, in time those little imps that threaten to disturb my inner-Ogre’s rest?