Snowman

Mar. 26th, 2009 08:03 pm
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We had a team "Insights"-y thing this afternoon, basically a friendlier derivation of Myers-Briggs analysis with colour representing the personality types.

It was rather ironic that in the morning I'd accepted in principle the job offer in the other department, meaning that the team may hear tomorrow that I'm not going to be working with them any more.

Anyway, I mention it because one of the exercises was to write for five minutes on the subject "Snowman".

Jan, the HR person (and qualified psychologist) running things told us afterwards that she'd predicted I'd be the one person to write a story rather than a fairly factual description of snowmen and related things. This is what I gave them:

Frosty was in trouble. Frozen to the spot, he watched in horror as the morning sun began peeping over the roof of the school.
What exquisite torture. Yesterday he'd been so grateful to the small humans who had created him, given him the most precious gift of all. And a pipe, too!
But now, forgotten, he could only stand petrified as the first death-rays started warming his head. His straw hat offered little protection as the sun began melting his brain.
The little bastards.

Just thought I'd share :)

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