mrs-roboto's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Job Security The gods seem to be conspiring against me. Pete and I had planned a lovely camping trip to the Olympic Peninsula with some friends this weekend but the weather refuses to cooperate. I desperately wanted to get away (the renovations on our house are sucking the life blood out of me) but the idea of sitting inside a tent staring at my own toes for the next three days lacks a certain appeal so the best I can hope for is a Real World marathon and making smores with over a scented candle in my living room. Speaking of powerful and controlling forces, I have three plants in my office. These plants were inherited from the former occupant. I do not have a green thumb and have learned to not to bother buying anything that requires upkeep and can't verbally alert me to those needs. I have murdered any number of ferns, allowed rose bushes to get overrun with aphids, and once let an iguana starve to death (it didn't make any noise to let me know it was hungry so I forgot about it entirely until it started to smell). But of course, these plants came with the job and here in my office I am under the watchful eyes of my coworkers who would probably frown upon my throwing live things away for no real reason other than I am too lazy to water them. So I've made a game out of taking care of these plants. The rules are as follows:
So far I have only lost a single plant in my two years here. It was a ficus and I simply told the other employees that he ran off to become president. Anyway, I think my job is secure. 9:45 a.m. - 2002-06-28 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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