Plant Killer
I'm irritated. There is an ivy plant that sits on the top of my cubicle wall. It is pretty and provides color to my otherwise drab, tan, padded walls. I do not have to care for it. The water-boy-gardener-whatever-guy comes by every week to water and care for it. I have learned that if you are actually sitting at your desk when he comes to water it that he is too afraid to step into your cubicle to cut back the branches. I have made it my personal mission to always be there to prevent him from hacking away at the only bit of greenery around my desk.
I have been successful at this since at least June. I know this because the tendrils had reached down and were covering a calendar that sits on the shelf right under the plant. I was considering training the tendrils so that they would grow in certain directions -- like across the top of the wall, etc.
I had to go down to Human Resources to sort out yet another problem in my life and when I came back I found this: (ok, except the calendar said June and it was very, very dusty):
That fucker hacked away my plant!!!
I have been successful at this since at least June. I know this because the tendrils had reached down and were covering a calendar that sits on the shelf right under the plant. I was considering training the tendrils so that they would grow in certain directions -- like across the top of the wall, etc.
I had to go down to Human Resources to sort out yet another problem in my life and when I came back I found this: (ok, except the calendar said June and it was very, very dusty):
That fucker hacked away my plant!!!
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