I had a bad day at work yesterday. Really awful. It was so awful that the preceding week (including the weekend), which I thought was tiring and stressful, actually seemed petty.
I can’t reveal many details lest I provoke a gang of spiteful enemies. The climate is sensitive as it is, I don’t want to add to the low morale of the office.
I just can’t stop wondering, though. How can a person who has built a scholarly career in understanding organizations fail miserably in their dealings with those who do not have Ph.Ds and other titles appended to their names (“lesser beings”)? Aren’t they supposed to be the ones good at it? Management. Hello. What an irony!
Suddenly, I remembered this picture.
I was delighted, one afternoon, to see a healthy mushroom thriving INSIDE one of our office rooms so, I took a picture. See the wooden floor and the brick and concrete walls? Yes, it’s inside one of our more beautiful rooms. It got me to thinking how it could possibly be, given the tight glass panels surrounding the room and despite the regular cleaning it gets.
Then it hit me. Some mushrooms grow on decaying leaves, dung, mulch, and compost. It must be, therefore, that there is something decaying beneath the polished wooden floor all this time. And when conditions were ripe, nothing got in the way of the mushroom’s majestic display.
Alas! I found a good metaphor for that person’s irony. There’s no covering up for what’s rotten underneath. No academic degree can make up for genuine relationships. It will show at one point or another and the world will know.
Trust me. And the mushroom.