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August, 2009

  1. Contemplations: Spock/Data/Sheldon vs. Kirk/Riker/Leonard: The Showdown

    August 3, 2009 by me

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    You know those days when you are wandering around the library because you thought they had a book you wanted, because the computer said it was on the shelf, but when you get there, it’s not there, so you decide to just roam around the shelves, looking at book spines to find the most intriguing while you wait out the rain?

    Well, a book on personalities and jobs jumped out at me and I took it home. It basically makes you take an abridged version of the Myers-Briggs personality test and matches which jobs you would excel in based on your personality. (Here’s an online version) I always wondered why I liked some jobs and loathed others (like how I loved being a party planner, but hated being an admin). Turns out, I was right after all.

    Let me explain: Growing up, I always liked throwing parties, I liked being social. Which worked in high school, but not necessarily in an all-girls Catholic junior high. But I always liked being around people. Still do, I just don’t like to hang out at the bars after work. So I knew that I was an extrovert. Turns out there is a word for it: Extraversion. And thus, I am an E.

    And I’ve always relied on my intuition, even when I did the opposite of it because I thought the opposite would get me farther, but let’s face it, it never does. So, even though I usually don’t listen to, what Gibbs would call, “My Gut”, I do listen. A lot. To people’s problems. And I love learning new skills–I have learned how to sew, how to crochet, how to play tennis, how to pitch a tent, how to cultivate a garden, how to weed, how to teach an old dog new tricks, etc. et. al–but once I’ve “mastered” it, I get bored. And move on. Most people call me a commitment-phobe, but now I know what to call it. Intuitives. And thus, I am an I.

    Then the next test comes up: are you a thinker or are you a feeler? I am a way OVER-thinker…but that’s not what these were about. Let’s put it in terms of Star Trek/Star Trek: TNG/The Big Bang Theory: Are you a Spock/Data/Sheldon? Or are you a Kirk/Riker/Leonard? I came up the latter. And thus, I am a F.

    Finally, I came upon the last test: Judgers or Perceivers. Do we really need to get into this? Let’s just say options for Judgers (which I am) include “are happiest after decisions are made”, “have a work ethic”, and “derive satisfaction from finishing projects, not the process of finishing them”. Yup, that’s me! And thus, I am a J.

    So, after reading all these personalities and picking which one I am, it turns out I am an ENFJ, what the book refers to as the “Public Relations Specialists”. Common occupations include PR specialists, social workers, psychologists, holistic health practitioners, hotel and restaurant managers, special event planners, and, low-and-behold, television producers.

    Seems I’m in the right job after all.

    But what got me to write this blog was the last page of my personality profile which stated the following: “Using your strengths is easy. The secret to success for an ENFJ is learning to: Slow down, relinquish some control, and take things less personally.”

    I closed the book, laughed, then smiled.

    I couldn’t have said it any better myself.


  2. Life Observations: My weekend on a WWII B-17 Flight of a Lifetime

    August 3, 2009 by me

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    B-17, Flying Fortress

    What an amazing experience I had this last weekend. What started out as a typical ID shoot turned into a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

    We were sent to shoot a story / gather some IDs for the station centered around these WWII Bomber planes. Three years ago, my boss tried to get an ID shoot together to promote Ken Burns’ The War, and three years later, she finally got the opportunity. So off we went to Kankakee Airport to greet and interview the planes and their pilots, along with a vet named Orville who had stories galore.

    Orville and Jay

    Orville had stories about how he was a tailgunner on the B-17…and how, during a mid-flight fight, a German bomber came up close to them. He could see the German pilot, and Orville wanted to shoot, but his gun jammed. He thought he was a goner. But the German bomber just looked at him, smiled, and flew away. Stories like these make me grateful that I wasn’t born during the war, and grateful that these guys fought for the very freedom I adore. Very eye opening.

    Another story was kinda bittersweet…
    He stops and sets down his briefcase, and stares beyond the horizon. He says, “You know what you can never forget? Your last flight. I flew 34 missions, but it’s that last one I remember most. Because I got to come home. On the 35th mission, these guys all wrote home to say they were coming home, and their plane, supposed to carry them to the base camp that would eventually take them home…this plane, full of hopeful guys who thought they flew their last mission, crash into a mountain top.” He pauses, wipes away tears, and quietly says, as his voice cracks, “You’re so grateful, but you feel so guilty because you wonder why. Why me? But then you realize what a lucky son of a gun you are, and just cherish that.” He smiles, tips his hat to me, and limps on his way. The sun beats down, and suddenly, there is a tear in my eye. I blame the sun, but we all know that I can never understand their sacrifice, but I can help remember them.

    And that’s exactly what I intend to do. The biggest fear of these veterans is that future generations will just forget about them. That they will be just another caption on a picture in a history book. In a history book that some high schooler will draw on absentmindedly as he waits impatiently for another history class to end. We HAVE to remember them. And having met some of them, , you realize, these guys, they fought for my freedom, and they NEED to be remembered. They cannot be forgotten. They should not be forgotten. Having met Jim Tayon, one of the founders of Franklin County Honor Flight, who just thought one day, these guys should be remembered, swells my heart, so things like The Collings Foundation and The Honor Flight need to stay around. These guys will be gone before their time, and their legacies should live on. Especially if you experienced what I did during a flight on a WWII Bomber.

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    This was the plane, a B-17 Flying Fortress nicknamed "Nine-O-Nine"

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    This was me re-creating what I looked like in flight (my stomach was not made for avaition)

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    I'll always remember looking out of this plane and seeing this

    And I can never, ever, give enough gratitude to the guys that flew on this thing to fight. I made it out alive after a 30 minute plane ride in which I thought I was going to hurl…I cannot imagine what they went through, but I am eternally grateful.

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