INFJ

I am an INFJ.

(I know you... you're coming up with all kinds of words that start with INFJ right now... but be patient...)

When I worked at Santa Clara University some years ago, my VP had us all take the Myers-Briggs Personality Profile Test. (It's all very scientific.) Turns out, I have the personality type, INFJ. I won't dare bore you with the details of what all that means. Just imagine a person like me. Voila. INFJ.

The reason I'm bringing this up now is because it's January. It's a new year. I made resolutions. And my current job is seriously out to hospitalize me.

So, after a day last week of trying to do three people's jobs, of finding out that we had fraud on the company's bank account, and that several vendors were not going to ship the parts I needed (for various and sundry reasons - most related to money), I was doing a little career soul-searching.

I remembered that I was an INFJ and that there was a list somewhere of what INFJs were good at.

I went online and found that list. Apparently I am perfectly suited to be a novelist, artist, actor, musician, or dancer. Marvelous. If only there was a steady income and I could be such things between the hours of 8 am and 2 pm. Apparently I am also perfectly suited to work in healthcare. Peachy. If only the care of health didn't make me pass out.

I laughed to see that I was perfectly suited to be a librarian or a teacher. Now we're talking. I began to make a list of viable careers that matched my INFJ-ness.

Then I found a link. It said there was also a list of jobs that INFJs were NOT suited for. Jobs that should an INFJ find themselves doing one it was a recipe for personality disaster. I was intrigued. What could they be?

There was a list of 8 jobs.

I am currently doing 4 of them.

The universe is so ironic.

That night I had a dream. I was standing in front of my refrigerator and freezer where the contents were only broccoli and ice cream. My doctor showed up next to me and told me that I couldn't eat broccoli and ice cream. They would make me sick.

But I looked at my doctor and said, "But that's all I have."

(Sigh) So at the moment, all I have is broccoli and ice cream - or shall we call it accounting and production management. And I count my blessings that I have a job and a paycheck at this time.

But... I'm also keeping my eyes open. Considering my INFJ-ness. Creating my own destiny.

Isn't a new year fun?