I attended an e-workshop presented by the eChapter of APTI. The workshop was lead by Lynda Trommelen, who spoke about how Type affects response to change/loss and how to use the insights of Type to assist folks adjusting to change/loss.
One of the charts that Lynda presented originated with Recovery from Loss: A Personalized Guide […]
I have a job starting in a few weeks. The position seems challenging and I feel comfortable about the work culture. The more I learn, the more I realize how important a good cultural fit is. A misfit is just too costly a mistake — expensive for both me and the company, tho I admit […]
‘Twas the night before NaNoWriMo and all the humans in the house were sick.
Not sure if this is allergies or an actual cold we’re passing back and forth. What hubby has now seems like what I had last week.
I’ve been challenged to write a book on my observations regarding culture change, workplace dysfunction, and risk […]
Posted in My Fiction on June 20th, 2007 No Comments »
I sat on the hood of my car and watched the lit window of Doug’s third floor apartment. It was past 2 a.m. The engine ticked as it cooled.
From time to time, a shadow crossed the window. Each crossing was a sign to take a sip of tequila.
Backfill the hole.
I’d met Doug a few years […]
More from Downstream From Trout Fishing in America by Keith Abbott
The wish to assume control over history, and his sadness over the attempts to get things right, recalls a Zen phrase for this process, jushaku shoshaku . This can be translated, “wave after wave of error.” In this phrase, error can also be understood as […]
Posted in MBTICentral on June 14th, 2007 No Comments »
“Type Distribution,” yeah, right….
Posted in Forum Commentary on May 28th, 2007 No Comments »
The value of forum-based arguments.
Posted in My Fiction on May 24th, 2007 No Comments »
Lorida crossed the Morid and drug herself wearily onto the opposite shore. Near the center of the river the current had picked up and pushed her further downstream. She didn’t mind. The riverbank where she stopped was pebbly and clear of reeds. Visibility was good. No cover for predators.
She sprawled on the hot stones and […]