Nursery rhyme.

If the Hole-Puncher just did things right the first time, 

the Paper-Arranger wouldn't have to exist.

*to a tune yet to be concocted*

If you've worked in an office with shelves and shelves of files,
you know what I mean.

Unless, of course, you've been a Hole-Puncher your whole life.

Just yesterday, I was playing the nursery-rhymey Paper-Arranger. Today, I punched two slightly misaligned holes as a Hole-Puncher. 

And I thought, "Ah. It happens."

And I didn't proceed to punch better holes.

You know,

Everybody gets to be a Hole-Puncher at some point of their lives. And everyone has been a bad Hole-Puncher at some point. But not everyone gets to be a Paper-Arranger. 

Because to be a Paper-Arranger, you need to care enough to brave the bad holes that will make the simple act of putting every document back in place very difficult.

I'm glad that Someone cared enough to be the Good Paper-Arranger in the life of this Hole-Puncher.

On days when I think extraordinarily high of myself, I will remember this nursery rhyme:

If the Hole-Puncher just did things right the first time, 

the Paper-Arranger wouldn't have to exist.

And on days when someone makes me think extraordinarily low thoughts about myself, I will remember this nursery rhyme:

If the Hole-Puncher just did things right the first time, 

the Paper-Arranger wouldn't have to exist.

why the same nursery rhyme rebukes and comforts at the same time is another discussion for another day.