Personnel disorder and the MBTI

[Brontosaurie]

The company has a clueless recruitment procedure. Types have entered the wrong jobs. There is a person who is responsible. It is the recruitment supervisor. The recruitment supervisor is INTJ and has become convinced of its power to select the appropriate candidates. The company is quite small so the supervisor has to perform lowly tasks in addition to its superior lofty vocation. This has created massive psychodrama in the INTJ and now every person working shouldn't be doing what it's been told to do because every choice is wrong and nobody will admit this. Everyone has to play along.

The ESTJ has claimed to be a charismatic, relaxed and outgoing people-person. He is awarded the title of commercial executive and his task is to make sure all the telemarketing drones are feeling motivated and performing well. No one ever told him that he can't even fool his own blind and demented grandmother with his big self-conscious and slightly troubled "Whoah, do you realize what this means oh my god oh my god! Uh-huh that's it!" smile, with the bulging dry-patched eyes. His is a reign of terror. Sometimes he gets personal about minor occasional failures of others for no reason. No one, and that is including crippled sociophobes, will doubt the intersubjective validity of their observation that he is indeed nuts and making a complete fool of himself. Yet all must abide.

Still, that's better than the ISTJ. With the ESTJ, you can at least compartmentalize the anxiety as a response to threatening body language and be done with it. With the ISTJ, you are forcibly made aware of the awkward and unforgivable nature of the whole ordeal, every passing moment. Each sticky strand of time reluctantly begs for your attention with annoying subservience, only to then collapse into ludicrous condescension with a mushy snap. Predictability and screech team up impressively well, but amusement would be a dishonest response. You are constantly waking up from micro-sleep dreams of a paradise beyond words and in any case certainly beyond the comprehension of this soulless word-cruncher who has been hired to maintain your mental health by zealously fulfilling the duties of a casual fellow person. You are being asked questions. They are being signaling care. Somewhere around the two-second mark, elaborate moral dilemmas are forming within you in order to cope with the realization that this person demands and craves to be treated like a machine, and yet a headache also develops. It never goes away.

Any more?

 

[Black Rose]

The ESTJ has claimed to be a charismatic, relaxed and outgoing people-person.

If my mom(ISFJ) had a basement and I was an only child I would probably be living there.

ESTJ have a shadow INFP side. (you must question me on this)

Please continue with the story.

 

[Cherry Cola]

Please continue and eventually provide dramatic finalé

would really love to see more types incorporated into this

 

[Brontosaurie]

As you leave work and proceed homeward through the remarkably flat and dull surroundings eerily reminiscent of some flash movie where this story is told in a monotonous and snarky voice and the rain-drop animations just work so well to set the mood, you tremble in apprehension of the next work day which will introduce further horribly miscast organizational roles of which each alone would be guaranteed to impact the firm detrimentally. Together they produce a vast discord and a monumental demise. It's even visible. Not because it's quick but just from the telepathic throbbing. It's not quick because then it couldn't be boring. Thought finished. Engage rest. Morning.

Recruitment supervisor INTJ is in a good mood. You can tell from the excess passive-aggression splashing about in the air like nude kids being watched in a candy store. It's very dog. The new INFJ is very cat and swiftly attains the title of readjustment facilitator. This job is needed because the firm must deal with a stubborn settlement of mentally challenged young men who have been exposed to aerosol personality-altering genotoxins due to deliberative malnourishment and hygienic neglect thinning their mucous membranes. Their reward pathways are permanently damaged to the point where somatically inhibited cognition is impossible and forced euthanasia would be a nobrainer, the INFJ cat firmly believes in the healing properties of cosmo-egotranscendent intellectual discourse, and you are the closet-sane janitor, holding your breath. This is beyond typical. Now the boys are having interesting thoughts because the cat just couldn't not poke them. What they're trying to explain is delirious, but their bleeding flailing arms, shrivelled frontal brain tissue and coarse, grinding neck jerks are extremely real. The INFJ giggles her special and lovely oh-you-brought-me-a-rat-carcass giggle and assures you that this is a psychic venture and not an exercise in some petty morality that was only ever a shackle anyway. You figure this floor will need special attendance later, and consequently leave the room.

 

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Their reward pathways are permanently damaged to the point where somatically inhibited cognition is impossible and forced euthanasia would be a nobrainer,

hahaha.
i like

 

[Cherry Cola]

please include istp

 

[Urakro]

I feel somewhat evil for partly grinning my ass of, and wanting to burst out laughing while reading this. Like a dilbert comic on acid-laced steroids. Maybe humour is in relating to someone else's adversity.

Yes, please continue.

 

[onesteptwostep]

I wonder if Hollywood or some film studio will ever try and make a show out of MBTI. We'd get perspectives from ESFJs, INTPs, ENTJs and ESTJs and so on, all with a narrative voice. Heck, we could throw in all the stereotypes for the types and make see how they would unfold. I think the key for this success would be to please your own self and never the audience.

 

[Alias]

I wonder if Hollywood or some film studio will ever try and make a show out of MBTI. We'd get perspectives from ESFJs, INTPs, ENTJs and ESTJs and so on, all with a narrative voice. Heck, we could throw in all the stereotypes for the types and make see how they would unfold. I think the key for this success would be to please your own self and never the audience.

It should be a comedy.