While my brother runs through Melbourne eating kanagroos, I’m here working, plotting training materials about the obvious. I received my analysis today. It seems that at some point in my busy working life I signed up for a leadership programme wherein I fill out a survey, receive an analysis in the email, and then gather in a room with my co-workers to discuss the results. It’s a work-thing: professional development or something. After plugging through the survey last week, quipping at the apparent vagueness of the questions, I hit “submit” and forgot about it. Pause. The analysis arrived in the email about an hour ago and I looked up from my work to read through the multi-page document. Oddly enough — and I’m not sure how to represent that — it seems strangely insightful. Now my question is this: do those insights come from actual reflections on patterns by which I answered those twenty-five questions (of which there are a mere one point two million billion combinations of answers) or from the vagueness inherent in the design (like a horoscope, where the answers are simply peculiarities which draw the imagination into hopeful reflection on fractional truths)? Of course, I would like to think it was the former, that somehow my inner consciousness drew some inherent truth from the preformulated patterns of a cluster of questions to which there were no “right” answers. I would like to think there is something there. But what’s the hope in that? My other question is: would I really be thinking this way if at some level I DIDN’T want to believe what a facelessly emailed pdf document said about me? I think we’re going climbing tonight. |
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