Thursday, December 01, 2005

Did a quick version of the True Colors personality test as part of a "team building" exercise at work. I love this kind of exercise, and I was disappointed to realize that we all weren't going to start wearing our colours in some kind of homage to the original Star Trek series (the first part of this sentence is entirely facetious; the second isn't). My results, in order from most to least like me, were green, blue, orange, and gold. Apparently greens and blues aren't supposed to like one another, which explains some inner conflict I've been experiencing.

Oh, and get this: the blue card says "I am a natural romantic, a poet, and a nurturer." That's how the puke stains got on my "Hello my name is ..." sticker.

Friday is my all-day "Working in Teams" workshop. I'm leaving if we don't get jumpsuits.


Blogger readrobread said...

'True Colors' seems WAY to similar to this thing my mom was into in the 80s - where each woman has a 'season' and should wear their make-up and clothing to match that season (Winters wear white i guess...Autumns - golds, topazs, dark oranges etc.) - i think the book was called Color Your World - which is, strangely enough, the same thing printed on the top of an old paint can i was instructed by my doctor to shit into for 3 days. (Not continuously.)

3:50 PM  
Blogger Kate S. said...

I remember the dressing to match your season trend. Color Me Beautiful was the name of the book. My mom was also enamoured with it and tried to use it to persuade me to reliquish my bohemian black. Bohemia won out.

10:01 PM  
Blogger Mark said...


I don't know about Color Me Beautiful, but, after a period of reflection, I'm sold on True Colors. I now see the whole world in terms of its spectrum. Forget poetry, I'm becoming a licensed Facilitator.

Here, by the way, is a delightfully non-interactive bootleg version of the self-test so you can see for yourselves.

I've never defecated into a can, but I did have a Smith-Alsop painter's hat as a child. I see now that Smith-Alsop was bought out in 1969, which likely would have made that hat a collector's item of some kind. I wish I'd kept it.

Looking forward to Sunday night, Kate.

5:01 PM  
Blogger Nadia said...

Aaagh, poor you! And more of the same today! Honestly, corporate inspirational jingoism is among my very least favourite things about our civilization. This is why I will never be a high-powered professional.

And that test! It's just a stupendously dumbed-down version of the Myers-Briggs test, or the Keirsey Temperament Sorter! What would possess anyone to create such a thing? And it uses the word "impactive"! An adjective form of "impact" as a verb! Make it stop!

7:41 PM  
Anonymous maria said...

mm, Nadia, have you heard that "don't drink and drive" radio spot where the fella muses, "Ah, drama... very impactful"? Yum.
I turn out to be blue-green in this bastard TC test, which doesn't surprise me, because turquoise is the colour my most enduring friends associate with me — and because it explains why that green-blue Truscott and i have been at loggerheads ever since we met.
So what was the grand finale, Mark? Did you have to form a human pyramid? Describe a net without using your hands? Play eclair roulette without losing your ... eh, whaddaya mean, puke on your nametag?

em, the oxidized copper

11:27 PM  
Blogger Nadia said...

So? Did you get jumpsuits?

1:13 PM  
Blogger Mark said...

Alas, no jumpsuits. The staff has divided along colour lines, and now there is mass upheaval.

The guy who has an appreciation for jumpsuits that rivals my own is Wes Anderson.

There were really no puke stains.

1:14 PM  

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