My dad is the safety director for a construction company. He's definitely an ESFJ and probably a 6w7. He's been married to my stepmother for twelve years now, and lives about 45 minutes away from me so I try to see him often. He's very witty and affable and was usually ridiculously patient with me when I was a bratty kid/teen. He proudly describes himself as a simple person.
“If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.” - Hermann Hesse
my dad was a biomedical engineer at the university of TN in Memphis and a physcian at the VA, though he didn't see patients for the last 10 or so years, but did read and analyze EKGs. He loved local music and everyone knew who he was. He also loved boating, his nickname was capt. jack. He retired from the university in 2011, but didn't from the VA and worked 2 days a week. He helped my mom with packaging and delivering of chocolates. He could fix just about anything electrical or mechanical (he got his masters from University of Kentucky in electrical engineering) he acted like we never had money, even though after his death I found out my parents are worth 3-4 million. I thought they were in the 100 thousands, that's probably what their disposable income is. still way more than most people.
Periodontist for about 30 years until a medical condition forced him to sell his practice. Thank God it didn't affect his overall health or longevity, just nixed his ability work. Can't have shaky hands when you need to be cutting on people. Luckily he's a very cautious man who lives well within in his means, and as such made the prescient decision to purchase a metric fuckton of disability insurance. We now buy and rent apartment complexes. I'm planning on growing that business with him while I grow my career as a Financial Advisor.
Your representative owes you, not his industry only, but his judgment; and he betrays, instead of serving you, if he sacrifices it to your opinion.
- Edmund Burke