So now I've had 2 days of orientation at the GMF. The second half of today was very weird for me. Mostly it was about revenue and how to make it and how to keep it and selling and ... I was suddenly shown in stark detail the reality of being an INFJ in this materialistic world.

I wanted to say "I'm not your shill, go find somebody else to pimp your warez," but of course I can't do that. The whole SELL SELL SELL REVENUE IS YOUR WHOLE FOCUS SELL SELL SELL attitude just completely turned me off. I own a total of 2 t-shirts with corporate logos -- one is for Ubuntu, and one is a Star Wars shirt. I believe and love Ubuntu enough that I feel completely comfortable as a human billboard for them (probably because it's completely free, non-profit, and open source). Star Wars is because I fragging love George Lucas and would jump in front of a train for him. Outside of these two things, I flatly refuse to be anybody's billboard.

Yes I know the Postal Service is a business, I know they're in this to make money. Fine, good, whatever. But a great deal of my brain just recoils from this kind of thing. This is because I am an INFJ, and our entire mindset is geared toward the spiritual and the creative -- the very antithesis of the down-to-earth bread and circuses of the corporate world.

It also doesn't help when you're a contrarian INFJ and you can see the 500 lb gorilla of the Internet in the room when all around you are blithely ignoring it and going on about increasing revenue opportunities and elevator speeches and how to pimp all the various kinds of package delivery. Everyone pretending that everything but package delivery is going to be gone in probably less than 10 years. And when 40% of your revenue comes from first class postage...

I was watching the people feeding the sorters yesterday during the tour of the plant and thought how much happier I'd be feeding mail to robots than dealing with irate people as a window clerk. All the whirring machines. But for some reason people think I'd be good as a window clerk. Me. The Introvert. Who deals with people with an auxiliary psychological function and deals with the real world with a nearly-non-existant tertiary function. I can see the train coming around the mountain and the crash will be spectacular.