In a group, I often: C) give whatever answer makes me seem like a supervillain.

Apparently later this week, we're going to be taking a course on something called "Behavioral Analytics," which sounds suspiciously like one of those interdepartmental classes at the U of M that only existed to give PR and Marketting majors a math credit.

In preparation, the training class took a personality test today. It took about half an hour, for everyone but Apple Polisher, who, apparently paralyzed by the idea of "no right or wrong answers" seems to be frozen in deliberation at each question like a TBI patient in the cereal aisle.

Each question had six answers for us to rank in order of preference, and it only look three or four questions before the results became fairly transparent. I would bet money that, when our results are revealed on Friday, they divide us neatly into six categories.

I suppressed my instinct to intentionally bury the needle on the "cold and logical" category, mostly because the quiz inexpliccably tied all the answers involving "clear thinking" and "logic" together with phrases like "hard work." I tend to think that when we receive our officially sanctioned personalities, mine will be roughly equal parts "evil robot," "grifter," and "shiftless layabout."

Those sound bad, but the other categories are basically "mama's boy," "hippy," and "sociopath" as near as I can tell, so at least I picked the answers that imply that I've got people skills.