My manager at work pointed out the other morning that I'm a classic introvert. What that means for me, working in retail, is that I run out of energy faster than my non-introverted co-workers. People like me apparently prefer to be alone to recharge, while most of the population gets more energy from being around people.
So, effectively, it means that while I love my job it wears me out very quickly.
It does explain a few things. While I enjoy parties, I cannot stay around groups of more than a handful of people for very long without seeking a private room to hide in. I enjoy conventions, but I literally shift myself into another personality when I'm at them, and I do get worn out faster than hubby-Eric.
I remember going through all those "career choice" tests when I got into college, trying to figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up. One in particular sticks in my memory. It told me I should become a weather observer in Alaska. Gee, thanks. Just because I said I don't want to be around people doesn't mean I don't want to be around any people. Those tests were completely unhelpful: I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up.
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