was making mischief
of one kind or another
dinner is still warm
I always liked Max.
I always was making mischief.
Mischief of one kind or another.
Maybe I was bored.
Maybe I heard a different drummer.
Maybe I was A D D.
It was when I was working in television that the HR department had us all go through DISC Personality training.
It was a workshop designed to reveal which ‘DISC FACTORS — Dominance, Influence, Steadiness and Compliance’ were strongest in your personality.
I generally think this is a lot of nonsense but it was a paid day of work and a free lunch.
At the end of it, I was graded as an Influencer.
The I in the D I S C.
That meant I was a PROMOTER, a convincer/persuader.
The sub traits were friendliness, enthusiasm and self confidence.
The personality patterns were enthusiastic, optimistic and articulate in communication.
But also I could become careless, inconsistent and disorganized, but tries to look good and please others.
I argued a lot.
Mostly because I didn’t want to be labeled.
Most of the time I have defied defintion.
Not a conscious effort, mind you
Considering the other types, I was okay with it.
I took the papers and tossed them on the table and looked at the moderator and said with a wistful grin, “Well, okay.”
The poor lady looked at me and asked, “Tell me, what do you like to do?”
“I like to make mischief.”
“Of one kind or another.” I said.
“It’s where the wild things are.”
She kind looked at me, waiting for something more.
“And when you get back, dinner is still warm.”