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Type O personalities

Dear Members and Constituents,
In a hallway conversation this week, Katy Armstrong made a casual comment to me about how we [Level 3 employees] all have "Type A personalities". I have heard this same comment multiple times before and had always assumed it loosely meant "overachieving go-getters" (or workaholics). This time, however, I decided to look it up. Boy was I surprised. Granted, anybody can contribute to Wikipedia, however, they are usually pretty close to the mark. It turns out (according to Wikipedia, anyway) that Type A personality includes traits such as insecurity about one's status, hostility and difficulty exhibiting "non-pessimistic behavior". Apparently Type B (the other alternative) is not much better, as the term "lazy" appears to be best suited to describe this behavior pattern. That's it, I thought? Then I looked at the traits exhibited by most Friday Donut Club members, I would hardly think of them as having an "insufficient level of self-esteem, which is considered to be the root cause of the syndrome" (literal quote from Wikipedia). So why not, I thought to myself, propose a new personality type. One that is sweet yet energetic; positive and confident. A type that achieves its goals without trampling on others and is capable of balancing the demands of work and play. We would name this personality "Type O" (you got it, after the circular shape of the donut which helps reinforce these attributes).

One member who embodies many of the attributes of Type O personality is Carolyn Reuss. She is on her way and will be here in 10 minutes. I too have to start my commute to Level 3 (although it does take me 20 minutes to get there). So, all you "Type Os" out there, give yourselves 10 minutes before you come on down and treat yourself to some food for thought. And the next time you are having a hallway conversation, you might comment on how there are so many Type O personalities at Level 3.

Happy Friday!

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