Personality tests promise to tell us who we are. The tests would instruct a person to rate the statements according to how well it describes him or her. The choices would then range from strongly disagree to strongly agree. The results then would group the person into other like-minded people. Some are grouped with introverts, and others with extroverts.
These tests have spread into career centre, high schools, and universities across North America, and according to some estimates, it has become an industry worth as much as $4 million. It has also spread into the Internet, a place where a person can find hundreds of free versions of personality tests.
...But there’s another side to this tool, one that’s about corporate efficiency rather than self-understanding.
Personality tests have today become a popular screening tool. In 2016, a global HR study found that 48 percent of businesses surveyed in the US and 57 percent of businesses surveyed in the UK were using personality questionnaires. Two years earlier, the Wall Street Journal had found that between 60 and 70 percent of job seekers in the US took personality tests, which screened out nearly one-third of prospective employees. Recent Canadian stats are harder to find, but we know that in 2013 almost 30 percent of small and medium Canadian businesses reported using them. By relying on these tests, employers can ask questions that would be inappropriate—or at best bizarre—in a traditional interview. At Michaels, a North America–wide arts-and-crafts supply store, for example, Canadians who applied for a job online in March 2017 were directed to a questionnaire that asked them to assess themselves in reference to around 200 items.
Twenty-four-year-old Ashleigh was a university student when she took the Michaels test. She says she found it “very invasive.” At the time, she was suffering from depression and anxiety, so her mood fluctuated throughout the day, and she had taken time off work to take care of her mental health. She fears the test was a subtle method for weeding out people like her. “They’re not allowed to ask, ‘Are you schizophrenic? Do you have Asperger’s?’” she says. “But they can ask something similar.”...
Ashleigh never heard back from Michaels, and doesn’t know if the test had any effect on her application. But, for corporations who have bought into the idea that an ideal personality exists for each specific role, such exams have become serious business.
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Juste stand in the middle and be amazed by the golden awesomeness !
"Turn your head and cough while I move dees out the way"
Had one for years- but since my body stopped growing all those extra's every time I pulled them out, I finally sold mine on ebay a year ago or so.
Is used tweeze off or out all those third and fourth legs and arms and to tweeze out all those over-extra digits and eyes.
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Or tongs from a Absinthe kit for the sugar cubes.
I know what those are..
They used them on me..
NOT long ago those were used to Extricate a child during BIRTH..
LOL HE SAID NIPPLE
we actually played twinkle twinkle little star today with tuning forks for the last day of classes :D
The story started with an old man on a mountain. Every Wednesday and Saturday he would walk down to the river to get some more water. On Wednesdays, he would meet a snake, who would continually bother him until he got back in his home. The old man's home also got struck by lightning alot. He had long ago realized this issue, but had no idea what to do. One Saturday, he brought a metal object down to the river, and left it at a tree trunk. The next Wednesday, he picked it up, and went home with it. The snake saw, and asked what it was for, but the old man told him he had three shots to guess what it was, then he would show the snake.
"Tongs?"
"No."
"Dowsing rod?"
"Nope."
"Some sort of probe?"
"Not even close."
"What is it then?!"
The old man then proceeded to bludgeon the snake to death.
The End