You are a WECL--Wacky Emotional Constructive Leader. This makes you a people's advocate. You are passionate about your causes, with a good heart and good endeavors. Your personal fire is contagious, and others wish they could be as dedicated to their beliefs as you are.
Your dedication may cause you to miss the boat on life's more slight and trivial activities. You will feel no loss when skipping some inane mixer, but it can be frustrating to others to whom such things are important. While you find it difficult to see other points of view, it may be useful to act as if you do, and play along once in a while.
In any event, you have buckets of charisma and a natural skill for making people open up. Your greatest asset is an ability to make progress while keeping the peace.
But I do pretend to listen! And wacky? Shut up.
Anyway, wow, what a day. Woke up happy from a dream about JC crinkling his eyes at me and a beautiful old house that was mine. Realized the light levels were wrong for 5am. Apparently, instead of turning the alarm on the night before, I'd turned it off, and woke this morning at the exact time I usually leave out of my house.
The day wasn't so bad after that, but it was long, and to tell you the truth I'm not too sure about this hospital. They seem to have figured out the most disorganized way to do things and made that an intrinsic part of their policies and protocols. The rooms are teensy. Equipment is shoddy, and I'm a tad embarrassed about that, for the patients and their families. My coworkers are awesome, though. I imagine that'll keep me going for a time.
Got home to the smell of something dead in my apartment. Hope it's not my next door neighbor. I mean, for her sake. You know.
Question for y'all. Hit me. Did I sound like a fascist in that post on critical analysis of fanfic?