Looking for work is my job these days. If I’m not searching online/offline for vacancies, I’m sending out speculative letters with a copy of my CV, or writing about doing such things. On Fridays, I go to a job club, which involves sitting around and eating biscuits with other unemployed people.
We talk about goal-setting, and confidence-building and what’s been on television.
Now, I have goals. And confidence. I think big. And outside the box. I even think outside the big box.
My issue is getting my foot (and my wheels) in the door. Preferably one with nice people and a job that lets me use my brain on the other side of said door.
But I like Fridays. There is focus and free biscuits and the chance that more doors may open.
There is also the chance to re-do the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator questionnaire. I can officially add ‘consistent’ to my list of positive traits. I got the same score as last time I took it, years ago. I’m an INFJ. I should be a writer. Other INFJs include Shakespeare, Billy Crystal and Eleanor Roosevelt.
I always thought Shakespeare was overrated. Maybe because we have the same personality type. (Please note, I am not comparing myself to Shakespeare. But the computer did.)
What’s your type? Find out here.
If you’re an INFJ, perhaps we should get together for coffee and biscuits.