More Quirks Revealed
So, after we filled our our truncated tests and revealed our truncated personalities, we broke into groups for a couple of exercises. In one, we were presented with the following situation:
As a nurse, you are the last person to see Mr. Doe before he dies in the hospital. You believe that he has become mentally incompetent in the last few hours and in that time he has rewritten his will. In the new will he viciously attacks each member of his adopted family and reveals that he actually was born a woman. He then cuts every family member out of the will, leaving his fortune to a Psychic Chatline. Mr. Doe asks you to make sure that the new will gets to his lawyer. Knowing that the document will most likely be thrown out of court but not before the damage to Mr. Doe’s family is done, do you carry out Mr. Doe’s last request?
My retentive response was to sit on the thing overnight in order to sort out the moral complications. The other three at my table, not all of them Drivers, chorused “shred it”. In fact, that was the consensus throughout the entire room. I felt I wouldn’t/couldn’t be so cavalier about rejecting the guy’s wishes out of hand. He may have been ranting and a bit delirious, but the impetus for his action came from somewhere. And I didn’t even notice the “adopted” adjective to “family” until I typed this out. Meanwhile, another consensus developed in the room that the nurse screwed up by not getting named beneficiary him/herself.
In the other exercise, each table was presented with a bag of all kinds of stuff - construction paper, plastic coffee stirrers, a floppy diskette, glue, duct tape - and told that we had to use the stuff to build a house in 3 minutes. I started laying out a foundation and said, “we need a plan. Any ideas?” The Driver at the table, meanwhile, folded up a piece of construction paper to form a roof and two sides and looked at us as if we were finished. I decided, “screw it”, and the rest of the time the other two spent taping stuff to the construction paper.
Then each table described its process. At the table next to us, they told how they agonized a little about some detail, and a fellow named Hector said, “I just told them it didn’t have to be perfect.” Everyone looked at Hector for a couple seconds, then a few chuckles broke out. Hector is the head of the Quality Control department.
