@DavidH
Thanks for something clear.
I work at home, and I have for many years: More than 30 years as a published author using various forms from radio spots, poetry, literary critiques to flash and short fiction, plus a screenplay, and various book-length manuscripts; the last three all fiction.
So, I'll look at this from the perspective of when I did work the 9 to 5 gigs, which were short--I would learn what I could, excel, grow bored with the work and anxious about getting back to thinking, reading, writing, exploring various theories and so on--I would quit; I rarely got fired, and every time I've been fired it was for refusing to do something like lie to customers, or for pointing out the wrong someone did for deliberately marring the cake of someone the owner said he knew was black (this kind of thing happened when I was in my 20s).
I am not wistful nor typically "emotive," i.e. I have auto-immune diseases, and was 'sickly' as a child; I have disc generative disease, and a circulatory problem i was born with: fetal alcohol "effect" not syndrome, so I have a variety of health problems... and when the pain and isolation from those, plus being broke, relying on my husband for money gets to me, "then" I can be emotive, yet when I meditate, as I am now--daily with only a couple exceptions, the only kind of emotive I am is mellow, and easy to be around.
At work, if possible, I would form one bond with someone with whom I could then have conversations others wouldn't consider suitable for the workplace: philosophical, world religion, and much more; and we'd share lunch. Otherwise, I was a loner, nose to the grindstone, get the work finished, and make up things for myself to do until I couldn't bear the boredome, then I would quit.
I have been a director of communications for a non-profit prep school ( aiding impoverished kids to get a solid education); I've run my own preschool--and I did so by getting a manual from a college bookstore and setting it up as though I were required by licensing, though I was not required to do so; I wanted the children, which including two after-school aged girls, to have the best, varied education and care possible, so we did:
Yoga; science experiments; made jewelry, used instruments and sang/danced; never watched television, and ate well: no hotdogs or such, no candy.
I was COO of a non-profit, working my way up from client to accounting assistant (detested the accounting work) to office manager, and then COO: over six months time.
My favorite part of the job was trouble-shooting; getting the "contract at risk status" I inherited, lifted. I hired my own replacement as the job wasn't a long-range one for my goals:
I left virtually all social interactions to my personal assistant, an extravert, and stayed in my upstairs office. I delegated the attending of county meetings to him as well as three hours even once a month, sitting and waiting my turn to discuss for five minutes what pertained to our agency was unbearable to me.
I am very creative, and have gravitated toward a variety of expressions from photography, especially black-n-white photography to mixed media (my favorite was pen/ink, acrylic and collage, though I enjoyed gesture drawing and watercolor work, too).
I do not care about money; I often have no idea what is happening with my body, e.g. I will become so focused on tasks that I risk losing bladder control before I tune in and empty it.
I've never had a wide circle of friends or even acquaintances.
I can small talk for short periods, periodically, with a mail carrier, someone in a store and such as long as I can steer the conversation away from politics, sex or religion--other hot button topics, should the other person take it there as their stance is usually condemning and extreme.
I've had what others call 'mystical' experiences--unsought and unwanted, since I was in my early 20s. Not many, but definitely the kind that fit into that category by other people's standards. I figure it's a part of the normal working of some people's brains or I wouldn't have tapped into that source.
I am not religious; do not join organizations; and hate sticking to a plan if something comes up to indicate I need to change something.
As a writer, I am what is known as "organic," i.e. I don't start with detailed outline but rather an opening line, or a character will appear and begin talking to me internally, or a bit of dialogue will filter through my consciousness and I follow it.
I am a rewriter, going back to the beginning of a piece and writing straight through, repeating until the piece is as "true" to the characters, or has the necessary sense.
I have changed a day's and more than a day's work when I have awakened to characters correcting me, literally upon waking, I would hear them saying, "I would not have done that..." and I would internally apologize and make the corrections. Characters are that real to me--my own, anyway.
My favorite poetic forms are short--senryu and haiku being my two favorites.
I detest parties, parades, or being any kind of spectator at most "events" including concerts.
I am noise sensitive and often wear earplugs when I go with my husband grocery shopping.
I used to wear earplugs in college classes and sit close enough to hear the professor while blocking out students coming in and out, talking among themselves, et cetera.
I don't enjoy camping or other nature activities but I enjoy observing birds, squirrels and many other animals, watching them mate, play, fight, and finding the patterns for that particular being's way of living--often noting similarities between certain animals, and sometimes all animals, and human beings.
I am an excellent animal trainer. I observe, experiment, and change my behavior, or shape the animal's--depending on what is necessary.
I used to volunteer at runaway shelters, in group homes, as an English teacher and poetry workshop facilitator at an alternative high school.
My style of teacher was at once informal and yet required mutual respect: I did not allow students to put each other down nor did I demand that they show up to class:
They knew the rules, which I would remind them of, for graduation requirements, and it was up to them to decide to do, or not do, the required work.
I can go 'seat to seat'--putting myself in just about anyone's shoes to understand--though not necessarily approve or disapprove--of their beliefs, actions, problems.
I've been told I would make an excellent psychiatrist; police detective and trial attorney.
I used to love debating when I was younger, but now that I am older, and with the health problems, plus what passes for debate these days, i stay out of that time waster, and will "weigh in" on a topic if it interests me, and I think sharing my experience may help someone else. Then I Unsubscribe.
I am maternal but not domestic. My husband does the domestic stuff; he is an ESFj (Socionics); enneagram 2.
I am, especially compared to my husband, so logical, we used to fight about it. An ex. Two days ago we were in the kitchen and saw a house sparrow holding down another and pecking its eyes out.
I watched more fascinated then upset; he was so upset he wanted to stoop the dominant sparrow, while I told him my perspective:
"It's too late; the bird being killed--and it was clearly the intent (and outcome), would suffer longer once the dominant sparrow returned to finish him off, or if he didn't return, the injured sparrow would suffer until it eventually died, so I told my husband, "Unless you are prepared to bash its head in with a rock, leave them be."
Those were my exact words, and he trusted my perspective, and left the kitchen. I continued to watch until the aggressor dragged the carcass into some grass and continued to peck its eyes... and I no longer had new information to examine.
Afterward, I got online to read up on house sparrow aggression, causes, any objective data--and read the subjective--often absurd supposition, of laypersons coming across this sort of behavior.
Hope any of this helps you get a clearer picture of how my mind works, and how I work, generally.