If you're in a job that doesn't suit your preferences, do you get depressed? I already didn't like my job and then they moved my cube to an open area. People are behind me and there's a lot more stimuli/less privacy. I think for a hsp this is bad. After just a couple months I'm already depressed. I was also in a job that was a poor fit for me in the past and I continued being depressed months AFTER I left it-like it took time to get over it. Do others have this difficulty and how do you cope/deal with it?
Karenk, you live in the East Bay, you're HSP and INFJ - all 3 apply to me.
It's funny, I have the opposite seating situation from you - I was recently moved out of the main traffic flow at work and have a very private corner. In the beginning it made me sad, but I'm making it work for me; eg, I can check stock prices or the news without feeling everyone is looking over my shoulder. I'm also decorating my walls. I miss the camaraderie of sitting in the middle of the room, but most people here are introverts, so not much socializing happens anyway.
Thanks for your post, which reminds me that perhaps this will work out better for me in the long run. I walk around a lot, send office emails and invite 1 or 2 people to have lunch or get coffee; this works better for me than a "let's all go to happy hour" invitation which was proposed by the manager a month ago, then cancelled.
Mostly I think my job suits me; I've always worked in a fairly small office or business, and this is one of the largest. My main problem is the routine of cataloguing all day. I handle this by taking on unusual or challenging materials, like art, maps, medical instruments, etc. Sometimes this works out, but occasionally it backfires; recently I took on a medical collection - not books, but other collectibles - about which I knew very little. It was interesting, but fairly stressful because the learning curve was quite steep.
The worst job I ever had was doing bookkeeping for a book dealer in his absence from photocopies of his checkbook. His office was a few steps from the Stockton Tunnel and exceedingly dark, damp and depressing.

No wonder he wasn't there. I lasted 2 weeks. Everything about it was wrong for me.