Upon being a fixer
May. 2nd, 2002 09:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyburgSooner or later, someone is going to have a survey to determine what type of person you are - a breaker, a mender, a healer or...a fixer. That's me. Something's broke - I gotta fix it.
Or drive everyone crazy while I try.
I've gotten to be a pushy broad. A real nudge. Momma-cat from hell. Should I resist it? It's becoming a defining feature, and that worries me a bit.
But I look at my Social Worker sister, my retired-but-still-current Nursing Supervisor mother and I'd have to admit the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. The men are just as bad - a doctorate in primary education and what my younger brother does could easily be described as "master problem solver." He supervises maintenance workers for a company that manages a string of apartment buildings. If they can't fix it, they call him. If he can't fix it, I think they tear it down and start over.
So when someone broken crosses my path...all the instincts jump forward. My trust levels, remember? You start at 7 -- you have to screw me for them to go to common levels. Hungry? I got food. Need a ride home? I drive 100 miles a day. Need a couple of bucks? Shoot, lunch costs me more than that - take it, and I hope things work out for you.
But I'm going to offer my opinion...and advice. And ask you not to make my mistakes. And to help yourself. Don't do that, and I'll get mad. Your trust level drops to 3, and I won't help you anymore. Is that capricious or useful? *shakes head*
If maybe I know that one thing that will make the difference...have the one key to unlock the dilemma...and I don't know until I try....
Pushy broad.
Or drive everyone crazy while I try.
I've gotten to be a pushy broad. A real nudge. Momma-cat from hell. Should I resist it? It's becoming a defining feature, and that worries me a bit.
But I look at my Social Worker sister, my retired-but-still-current Nursing Supervisor mother and I'd have to admit the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. The men are just as bad - a doctorate in primary education and what my younger brother does could easily be described as "master problem solver." He supervises maintenance workers for a company that manages a string of apartment buildings. If they can't fix it, they call him. If he can't fix it, I think they tear it down and start over.
So when someone broken crosses my path...all the instincts jump forward. My trust levels, remember? You start at 7 -- you have to screw me for them to go to common levels. Hungry? I got food. Need a ride home? I drive 100 miles a day. Need a couple of bucks? Shoot, lunch costs me more than that - take it, and I hope things work out for you.
But I'm going to offer my opinion...and advice. And ask you not to make my mistakes. And to help yourself. Don't do that, and I'll get mad. Your trust level drops to 3, and I won't help you anymore. Is that capricious or useful? *shakes head*
If maybe I know that one thing that will make the difference...have the one key to unlock the dilemma...and I don't know until I try....
Pushy broad.
