So my supervisor at work is on a week-long cruise, and hence i am B-O-R-E-D at work. They put me at the front desk (good thing i hate answering the phone), and after eating enough cashews to fill me to the brim, I started perusing the Internet for something enjoyable.
And hence....a personality analysis. I used to hear about "the color code" from a good friend who worked at a juvenile justice camp that prescribed to the philosophy to analyze incoming delinquents. Basically it breaks people down into categories (red, yellow, blue, or white) based on traits they displayed AS A CHILD. This part got me skeptical...I don't think I'm the same person I was in high school, let alone who I was at 7. But my friend always claimed I was a "yellow," and I always wondered....
He was right. Yellow it is. Overwhelmingly yellow, in fact.
Here's what the test told me:
Yellows are motivated by Fun. They are inviting and embrace life as a party that they're hosting. They love playful interaction and can be extremely sociable. They are highly persuasive and seek instant gratification. Yellows need to be adored and praised. While yellows are carefree, they are sensitive and highly alert to others' agendas to control them. Yellows typically carry within themselves the gift of a good heart. Yellows need to look good socially, and friendships command a high priority in their lives. Yellows are happy, articulate, engaging of others and crave adventure. Easily distracted, they can never sit still for long. They embrace each day in the "present tense" and choose people who, like themselves, enjoy a curious nature. Yellows are charismatic, spontaneous, and positive; but can also be irresponsible, obnoxious, and forgetful. When you deal with a yellow, take a positive, upbeat approach and promote light-hearted, creative, and fun interactions.
So there you go, kids. You're dealing with a yellow. I don't know....what do you think?
p.s. Go analyze yourself. It's free. https://www.colorcode.com/personality_test/ It makes you put in some info at the end, but I made up a last name and a zipcode so the zombies can't hunt me down....just in case. It emails you the link to see your results, but if you unclick the box about receiving newsletters then it shouldn't spam you or anything. (Are yellows too trusting?) The only downside is that it only tells you what your main type is. I guess you have to pay to get more in-depth results. Too bad I'm "easily distracted and can't sit still for long," or maybe I'd do some more investigating.
*Disclaimer: I'm having some genuine struggles with blogger lately. It's been making picture posting a nightmare because it puts the captions WHEREVER it wants! That's all.*
I have a not-so-little dream of one day opening my own cafe...or nook, you might say. A place where people can play music or sell jewelry and have yoga classes and maybe listen to the jukebox or record player. There will be plentiful book shelves and the furniture must NOT match. And the front door will be green.
First step: Invent delicious (yet healthy) recipes to sell at said nook.
It all begins today.
With bastrawi pie....banana-strawberry-kiwi pie. The other night I thought to myself, I really love bananas. People make banana cream pies, but why not just a banana pie? So, this morning I set to work. Tuesdays are a day for invention.
The fruits of choice (Mr. Quaker makes an appearance too.)
My beautiful whole grain oatmeal pie crust. Does life get any better?
The gorgeous filling (not sure why blogger is being weird and underlining my words).
Waiting patiently for the pie to be ready. I think kitty knew she wasn't getting any, so she struggled with me.
Beautiful and baked! I decided if I want to be a legit baker then I have to have a trademark inscription...it's like branding cattle. I chose the star. The filling got excited and bubbled up out of the corners. (Does a circular pie have corners? I know hats have 3 of them...)