I’m going through “New Manager’s Orientation” this week. Part of the day one festivities was a Meyers-Briggs workshop. If you’ve never done one, don’t worry about the details, it’s not relevant to my anecdote. If you have, I’m an ESTJ. Eat that, mofos!
Anyway, the woman conducting the workshop kept describing the various categories of personality in a fashion that called troops of monkeys to my mind. I had this persistent image of the lot of us in the conference room jumping on the tables and hooting, flinging poo about. It kept me entertained.
Don’t let the previous statement allow you to think I found no worth in the workshop. Au contraire! I felt it was edifying and useful. But sometimes, the mental images just won’t go away.
Scat! Damn imagination…