I am reasonably sure that my boss finds me frustrating. I am. I am weird and often pessimistic and I take a long time to finish tasks and I am clutterblind and I say wildly inappropriate things. It's why I stay away from donors as much as possible. It's okay, these are just statements of facts. I think I'm rad.
Today, my boss wanders into my little cubicle corner, looking a little lost and bewildered, holding two small objects in his hands.
Yesssss? Can I help you?
He makes a weird, sheepish face, and fiddles with the small objects.
"Umm.... well... I.."
He holds out the objects, which turn out to be a large black acorn and an acorn cap.
"My acorn... it.. the cap.... and... well... I've had it a long time... and..."
I am immediately struck with the mental image of what he must have looked like as a little boy, with a broken toy.
He's a weirdly sentimental guy. I knew he had important rocks, but it would seem that he also has an important acorn. Without a cap.
The sheepish stammering and fidgeting continue as I reach into my "repair" drawer in my desk.
Would you like me to fix your acorn?
He looks hopeful. "Can you?"
I take this weird small broken treasure.
Yes, I can fix your acorn. It will take a while for the glue to dry. I will bring it back when it's ready.
An hour later, I appear in his office doorway, acorn in hand.
The glue is dry, but not set. You have to keep it upside down like this for another 3 hours.
He lit up and looked somewhat relieved to have it back, in one piece.
I do not know the Story of the Acorn, or what it represents to my boss, or even what species of oak it came from.
All I know is that I am trusted enough to repair it.
My yearly performance review is next Tuesday. My weaknesses and faults will be laid before me, and I will need to use every ounce of self-control not to curl into a little ball and roll away. I am very hard on myself, and I don't like not living up to expectations. I will feel very inadequate.
But I will remind myself-
I can repair acorns.
That's not nothing.